| I don’t fuck with niggas like a redneck
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| Catch an opp slippin', flip his wig like a Tech Deck
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| This funk shit, I bring it to your door like Fed Ex
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| And talkin' dumb’ll get your ass popped like a Xanax
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| Big forty, that’ll knock a nigga soul out him
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| If I’m on my ass then for sure I know my bros got me
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| Knock a nigga down, if they ask, I don’t know 'bout it
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| These Balenciagas, lil nigga these ain’t Foamposites
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| Fifty on the chop, yeah I gave that bitch a tune-up
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| You better keep your boo tucked before you get your boo fucked
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| Slide on an opp and give one fuck, two fucks
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| Glock twenty-three, clip hangin' like two nuts
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| And we bust first, nigga we don’t bust back
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| Tone with the shred will lay you down like where them bucks at?
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| Four shots to the dome, two where his lungs at
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| Forty hold ten? |
| What the fuck, where that drum at?
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| Hatin' on you bum hoes like Cascade
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| You broke niggas young money like Mack Maine
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| Rich shit, Gucci box for the ashtray
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| My shooter keep a stick and with the shit like his ass stank
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| Get around they bros, niggas want to act tough now
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| See me gettin' cheese and these bitches wanna fuck now
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| Arm start crampin', niggas had to put the pump down
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| Size ten Timb boot, niggas gettin' stomped out bitch
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| White buffs on, bitch these Cartiers
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| All these bands a nigga get, I wouldn’t call it fair
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| Stay out my closet, lil nigga might get lost in there
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| And this chopper turn your whip into a rocking chair
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| Young nigga with these bands, got the streets talkin'
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| Diamonds on my neck dancin', C walkin'
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| Chopper make a nigga bounce, call that leap froggin'
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| Bitch I’m a dog and to these hoes I’ma keep doggin'
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| And she know I’m on, let my niggas bone, yeah yeah
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| I would never cuff at all, we could never fuck with y’all, yeah yeah
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| Bitch I got the juice like Hi-C
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| Dark tints on my face, don’t eye me
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| She give all head like an ID
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| Beat a nigga ass like I’m Ali
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| I don’t fuck with these niggas, you know that
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| Slimmy got that chop, he gon' blow that
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| Wish a nigga would, bet he won’t
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| Like a bad bitch with must, niggas don’t want the funk
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| Send ten shots through a nigga whip like a car lot
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| One shot, hit a nigga chest, make his heart stop
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| Hate a used bitch like a whip from a car lot
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| Don’t trust these niggas that’ll turn like a doorknob
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| Got money on my mind now, a nigga don’t waste time baby
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| I’ma get it out the way
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| I know these niggas ain’t tough, I done really had enough
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| Shoeboxes I don’t fuck with the bank, nah nigga
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| I’ll never hesitate, I’ll never turn fake
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| I’ll never shake a fuck nigga’s hand, I’ll never, I’ll never
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| Say she wanna boss nigga I’ll never
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| Fuck with a broke bitch that ain’t got no cheddar
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| I could never be you, everything’s with a tool
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| These Margiela my shoes, that’s a GLE coupe
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| Yes I bust down my jewels, almost flunked out of school
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| What’s engraved on my dash, ain’t no way I’ma lose
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| All eight up in the Fanta, what the fuck is a deuce?
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| We with all eye busters, I Am Mr. Mosley 2
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| Don’t test the gang right now, we ain’t got nothin' to lose
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| Why these nigga always tellin'? |
| Why you lyin' about a felony?
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| Know these niggas all jokesters, know they friends with Bill Bellamy
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| I’m all about my green, broccoli, and my celery
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| They hate how I do this, I’m a nuisance, the Ruler
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| Passin' cash out, I’m Mr. Big Bank Budda
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| Uchie uchie, you know I get those
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| Bald head Caillou’s fallin' all on my denim
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| In the county you get pulled like a wisdom tooth, it’s the truth
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| The violence that’ll get at you, my guidance what I spill at you, ugh |