| Every nigga that I ride wit'
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| Be the same niggas that I’d die wit'
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| Same niggas that you ridin' wit'
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| Them gon' be the same niggas that you die wit'
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| All my niggas I’ma ride for
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| Dump a hundred out that clip, I’ma slide for
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| When you got money you can count it wit' your eyes closed
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| That’s why I gotta keep it everywhere that I go
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| You ain’t ready for this hot shit, big Glocks and chopsticks
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| Ain’t rockin' wit' no stock clip, slide and I drop shit
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| Keep one in the head nigga, I ain’t gotta cock shit
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| No sympathy for suckers, leave a nigga’s son pop-less
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| Bad lil' bitch give me head ‘til she’s topless
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| Cuffin' all these thots, boy you niggas on some cop shit
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| Skinnys and some Vans, yeah bitch I’m on my rock shit
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| Diamonds dancin' like the pockets on the back of these Robin’s
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| Wanna funk? |
| It cost cheese and y’all broke so don’t try it
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| At yard wit' a scope, got me lookin' like a pirate
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| I’m sick wit' the chop, bullets spreadin' like a virus
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| And my niggas know the rules, if you ain’t strapped, you ain’t ridin'
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| A-All my niggas I’ma ride for
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| Dump a hundred out that clip, I’ma slide for
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| When you got money, you can count it wit' your eyes closed
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| That’s why I gotta keep it everywhere that I go
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| Catch me slidin' in that coupe thang, red bottoms loose lace
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| Slimmy fuckin' B, I’m the nigga that your dude hate
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| Funk time, I’m masked up
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| All black like Bruce Wayne
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| These hoes say I’m different, got me feelin' like 2 Chainz
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| Pussy ass nigga thought he had nine lives
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| ‘Til this chopper hit his ass, made him flip nine times
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| Could fuck your bitch off my name, why the fuck would I try?
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| And I’m a 90's baby, yeah bitch nine dimes
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| Niggas know SOB RBE that’s the gang bitch
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| Thinkin' shit a game, we the wrong niggas to play wit'
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| Fuckin' wit' them suckas, them the wrong niggas to hang wit'
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| You fuck wit' ‘em, you duck wit' ‘em
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| Get popped, bet not blame shit
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| Money talk, I hear everything like I’m Dumbo
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| These big bullets, .223's make a nigga tumble
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| All these lames pillow talkin', quick to speak when they cuddle
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| Niggas know I keep a stick, this bitch hold a royal rumble
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| I ain’t even gotta ask, all my niggas they gon' slide wit' me
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| Swear to God it feel like all these niggas got they eyes on me
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| I’ll be a lame if I let a sucka slide on me
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| Me and D Buttah Yeezy steppin' in these 950's
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| A-all this ice in the buffs got my face numbin'
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| Thick bitch can’t take dick, her ass stay runnin'
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| Slide through, be on the block, every day thuggin'
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| Big Glock on me, dare you niggas try to take somethin'
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| Bitch!
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| Every nigga that I ride wit'
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| Be the same niggas that I’d die wit'
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| Same niggas that you ridin' wit'
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| Them gon' be the same niggas that you die wit'
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| All my niggas I’ma ride for
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| Dump a hundred out that clip, I’ma slide for
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| When you got money you can count it wit' your eyes closed
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| That’s why I gotta keep it everywhere that I go |