| Yeah nigga, still sippin' jug, you heard
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| The fuck you niggas talking 'bout
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| Super Villain shit, O.T.M, O.T.M
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| I got whatever for my niggas, a hunnit on the dank
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| Enough for a bitch to put the rest up on a drink
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| Racks under the mattress, don’t keep shit up in no bank
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| If you can’t swim with the sharks then stay your ass up out the tank
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| Hunnit Round Hef, niggas know me as the Billy
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| And I don’t want no deals unless we talking bout a milli'
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| I’m the top goon, and I ain’t talking 'bout Philly
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| Ar-Ab fuck with me if you ever in my bity
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| Big bank roll, can’t fold so my paper straight
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| Money come in all types of ways, don’t gotta paper chase
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| Still clocking, we rocking and we scrape the plate
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| Catch me Ralph Lauren to the floor, don’t do no Bathing Ape
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| Told you niggas I was on your neck, you should’ve saved the date
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| You can say your Hail Marys and Amazing Grace
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| Call TD Jakes, and you still couldn’t shake your fate
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| If they don’t free my nigga BB we gon' break the gates
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| Young Lords swing swords when I want the crown
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| Set up shop if I want the town, take a nick, turn it to a pound
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| Weatherman better get your plow
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| I want my money and I want it now
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| Pocket rockets pop and make a pussy nigga piss
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| Guess I’m a shooting star, tell your bitch to make a wish
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| She get it rocking in the kitchen, playing with the fish
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| Prometh and codeine in my soda how I make my twist
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| I’m from the land where cops kill us, so we kill em back
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| You get up on 'em close range and then you peel his cap
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| Ain’t shit sweet around here,
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| King of the trap, thats a snapple fact, pass the strap
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| Riding 'round, burning pack in a black Benz
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| All black strapped up and we strapped in
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| 4 niggas, 8 guns got us packed in
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| With my Mac-10 I shoot shit up like a packed tent
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| Fuck a beamer, fuck a Benz, I need a lambo
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| Stevies world, RIP my nigga Yambo
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| Jail pose, red bandanna like I’m Rambo
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| Young God, walk on water in 'Lo sandals
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| Pay homage, pour your liquor, light your candles
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| Still sippin, what’s life without the gamble
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| This my life dont like the show, change the channel
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| Big homie, so address me by my handle
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| You heard nigga
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| Big homie, address me by my motherfucking handle
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| Hunnit Round Hef, you niggas know what time it is, man Blackout Boyz forever
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| man, you heard
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| R.I.P. |
| my nigga you hear, real talk
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| Still Sippin' mud, nigga
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| Goofy ass niggas |