| MCM backpack, lil' nigga back back
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| Fuck where that ass at, bitch where that cash at?
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| Loud when we smokin', lil dope we don’t match that
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| Any sucka nigga slide through, gettin' clapped at
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| House lick we runnin' through that bitch like it’s FasTrak
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| Remember all them days I was broke, but I’m past that
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| Get the job done when I’m bustin', I don’t backtrack
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| Hit his block wit' them chops out like it’s Baghdad
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| Shooter like Mad Max, leave a nigga stretched out
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| All headshots, dumb nigga put that vest down
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| Beat the pussy up like a young nigga fresh out
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| Thuggin' wit' them techs out, I bring the jets out
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| Niggas ups on a kid, I’ll bust a nigga head
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| These 7.62's knockin' off a nigga’s dreads
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| Money on my mind, all I think about is bread
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| And tell yo' bitch get off my dick, she keeps tryna give me head
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| A bunch of young niggas sick wit' it like 40
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| 350 Yeezy boost, nigga these ain’t Roshe’s
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| On my bag flow, I’m tryna bust down a Rollie
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| My son mom everything, I treat her like a trophy
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| Pour two fours of that yellow, no Kobe
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| Got OGs that’ll still shoot like Ginobili
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| A band for my coat like I live where the snow be
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| And bitch I’m from the Crest where shit gets funky, nigga
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| And that’s why I gotta keep a ratchet, bad bitch
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| Work two jobs and gets taxes
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| Bought a new Glock, hold 30 like a plasma
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| All she want is two things, backshots and a backrub
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| And oh I, oh I, I’m that nigga that’ll do that
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| And oh I can’t lie, love the way that you move that
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| You know I, know I get that check and run through that
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| Got one clip, two clips, niggas know I keep two straps
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| And that’s why I’m so anti anti
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| Can’t trust these bitches no can I, can I, oh
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| And I, and I always keep some shooters on standby, standby, no
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| You fuckin' wit' a savage
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| Still remember days I ain’t have shit
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| Everything designer, I don’t match it
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| A band and ten cents for these shoes if you tax it
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| You ain’t fuckin' wit' a boss nigga
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| Don’t touch, don’t ask how much these cost nigga
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| Just know I, know I got tints so dark can’t see no eyes, both eyes
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| And that’s why I’m so anti anti
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| Can’t trust these bitches no can I, can I, oh
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| And I, and I always keep some shooters on standby, standby |