| Woke up on some evil shit, like bro, come see this shit
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| Great John on the beat, by the way
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| Huh
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| I woke up on some evil shit, like bro, come see this shit, huh
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| Hopped up in that push to start, don’t got no key for this
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| I’m shinin', you should see the wrist, I ain’t even trip, huh
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| When we slide we tryna park 'em like that meter shit, gang
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| Huh, please don’t start, you cannot finish this, huh
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| Bitch, I’m eatin' with a plate, I say I finished it, damn
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| Said she love me for my sinnin' shits, huh
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| Everybody say they love me, I ain’t feelin' it, yeah
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| I go stupid, I don’t got no sense
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| 'Cause I make dollars, it’s a problem that we hearin' shit, stain
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| Ran it up like I was shootin' shit
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| I’m too paid, she gave me top like a toupee, ayy
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| Say they love me but it’s too late
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| I’m cookin' up, I’m talkin' work, this ain’t no soufflé, wait, woah
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| High off this Earth, I’m feelin' moody
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| Let’s make a movie, put that shit in Blu-Ray
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| I woke up on some evil shit, like bro, come see this shit, huh
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| Hopped up in that push to start, don’t got no key for this
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| I’m shinin', you should see the wrist, I ain’t even trip, huh
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| When we slide we tryna park 'em like that meter shit, gang
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| Gang, gang, poke 'em like some meters
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| I’m bout my, I’m bout my family like I’m Peter, uh
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| Wait, 'cause they was flexin', I would see 'em
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| They was chattin', no shot cheated (Look)
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| I hear you’re chattin' on my name and what I’m doin', huh
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| They disrespectin' and you know I put 'em through it, huh
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| Yeah, she was frontin', now she put her back into it, huh
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| This ain’t Nike but I promise I’ma do it
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| They see Sheff G and Sleepy always lookin' demonized
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| And this old Glock got so much shells, could make some turtles hide
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| Now we gon' up it, without a question (Without a question)
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| With all the sites we still’ll slide just like a
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| I woke up on some evil shit, like bro, come see this shit, huh
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| Hopped up in that push to start, don’t got no key for this
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| I’m shinin', you should see the wrist, I ain’t even trip, huh
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| When we slide we tryna park 'em like that meter shit, gang |