| I just woke up a new guy
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| Kickin' out bitches like bye
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| Tell that nigga to buy
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| If he ain’t got money then bye
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| He tried to buy with a five
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| What? |
| How?
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| I put my nine to his five
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| Tell him to work for my guys
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| Look at me right in the eyes
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| Last thing you want is a smile
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| Homie ain’t tellin' no lies
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| Runnin' up a cheque up like bye
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| Look at me right in the eyes
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| MK ain’t tellin' no lies
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| Always rollin' with that thing tucked
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| So much money like I robbed a brinks truck
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| Can’t do it if it don’t go my way
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| If you don’t bring cash then bye bae
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| 'Cause we don’t have time to be wastin'
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| There’s too much money to be chasin'
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| All we do is for profit
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| If you have none then you lost it
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| I strapped up, then I got a boss bitch
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| You ridin' out so nigga why you nauseous
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| Look me right in the eyes
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| See the pain in my eye
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| Young nigga struggled to survive
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| All that bad time made me a new guy
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| Niggas hate, this new kid ain’t too live
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| I’m grippin', diddy boppin' all on your side
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| I’m puttin' fear into you all of you guys
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| These niggas can’t sleep, i’m all on their mind
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| They worry 'bout me i’m worried bout my 9
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| I gotta make certain song point, yeah it’s ready to fire
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| These niggas hate 'cause I am the guy
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| These niggas hate 'cause i’m ready to ride
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| I pull up on his block, two shots, yeah I fire
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| I got my opp neck tied by a wire
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| Flamin' shit like I started a fire
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| You need 'em gone then i’m ready for hire
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| Niggas can’t see i’m all up in their dreams
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| All they hearin' is the scopes and the beams
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| Wit' a thirty, like
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| I’m shootin' shit without a blue and gold jersey
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| Woke up a new guy, kickin' bitches out
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| Wit' all y’all on my ass why I take a different route
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| Talkin' all that shit, tell me what’s that shit’s about
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| We the live guy, show you who the sickest out
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| Normal five tints, no licence
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| We gon' hop out the whip when we drive in
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| Whip slidin', couple live men
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| We doin' the dash past sirens
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| No trappin' this week, we ridin'
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| Three blocks, one week, cut the tirin'
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| Don’t try it, don’t try me
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| We pull up, get it in no ID
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| I just woke up a new guy
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| Kickin' out bitches like bye
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| If he don’t got money then bye
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| Tell a lil' nigga to buy
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| He tried to buy with a five
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| What? |
| How?
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| I put my nine to his five
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| Tell 'em to work for my guys
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| Look me right into my eyes
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| Last thing you want is a smile
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| Smiley ain’t tellin' no lies
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| We run up a cheque up like bye
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| We run up a cheque up like bye
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| We run up a cheque up like bye
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| We run up a cheque up like bye
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| We run up a cheque up like bye |