| If you a fuck nigga, keep my name out yo mouth
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| If you a tough nigga, I’ll come aim at ya house!
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| I got a lotta bands and I got a lotta clout
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| If it ain’t bout them bands, nigga, what ya talkin' bout?
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| Young nigga, whachya talkin' bout? |
| I don’t care whachya talkin' bout
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| (I do not care)
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| Mama said why all this cash up in 'er house?
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| Sorry, momma, I don’t know whachya talkin' bout
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| Glizzy got the pounds, smoke out the ounce
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| Bitch I’m talkin' bout almost a ticket fo' the house
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| Bet ya neva had 200 000 in yo couch
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| Ouch, shit make a pussy nigga pout
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| Police kick the door, don’t know what they talkin' bout
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| I won’t run my mouth, snitchers get put in the ground
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| You can ask around, I’m the hottest guy in town
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| I neva seen them out, don’t know what they talkin' bout
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| They ain’t keep it 100 when they see me comin' up
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| Streets hottest youngin, no, bitch, I’m just warming up
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| Chichi on my chain, bet you’ll neva see it tucked
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| You run up, you get bust, show you I don’t give no fucks
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| My young niggas be geekin
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| They be wylin' fo' no reason
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| Got goodmen, gotta keep em
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| Niggas switch up like the season
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| I’m not havin no meeting
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| Put that nigga in the cement
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| Bitch nigga we not beefing
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| Or your family won’t be eating
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| If you come to my house
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| You see that chopper on the couch
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| Smoking on that OG, shit turned me to Mr. Chow
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| He can’t afford an ounce
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| So he smoke on Black and Milds
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| This shit I got too loud
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| Can’t hear shit he talkin' bout
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| Realest young nigga comin' straight up out the slums
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| Glizzy Glizzy bitch the king of district of columb
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| Ask any of my strippers, but they neva see no-one
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| Lil nigga, you my son, fucked yo sister and yo moms |