| You know you only call me when you need something
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| Sliding down blocks tryna bleed something
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| You know you want a nigga like me, baby
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| But I been too busy, OT, baby
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| This Glock will make a pussy nigga back up
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| And a nigga get dropped tryna act up
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| Had to double back 'cause you need me
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| But, bitch, you know I’m thugging when you see me
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| And these diamonds on my neck shine bright, ayy
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| She just wanna fuck all night, ayy
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| I know you only want it 'cause it’s hype, ayy
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| But a broke bitch ain’t never been my type, ayy
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| Still riding through the city, still toting semis still
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| On the block with this fifty still, palms itchy still
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| Tryna catch another body, tryna really, really drill
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| If it’s really, really real, let me really, really feel
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| It’s the one, you probably made your whole style after
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| Just bent the sucka block I’m tryna bust down after, ayy
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| I’m just tryna hit it with these chains on, ayy
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| How that nigga still ain’t tripping and his mask on? |
| Ayy
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| You know you only call me when you need something
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| Sliding down blocks tryna bleed something
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| You know you want a nigga like me, baby
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| But I been too busy, OT, baby
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| This Glock will make a pussy nigga back up
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| And a nigga get dropped tryna act up
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| Had to double back 'cause you need me
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| But, bitch, you know I’m thugging when you see me
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| Rip Shied, wish you was here so we could celebrate
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| Big ass Glock, I bet I squeeze it 'til the metal break
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| Pussy nigga, you ain’t gon' do shit, 'cause I said you ain’t
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| Talking 'bout she ain’t waiting for a nigga, bitch, I bet you wait
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| Tired of niggas lying in they raps, that shit bogus, nigga
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| I can do my dirt all by my lonesome, need no co-defendant
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| If I put a bag up on your head, lil' bro will get it
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| You will never catch me at no club, bitch, if the pole not in it
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| The game will never be the same, they allow snitching
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| Since niggas hiding in the crowd, leave your crowd missing
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| Aw shit, I let blood on my Raf Simons
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| Have everyone in your family suited up, yeah, bitch, 'bout business
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| I see niggas acting up, throw the cameras on her
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| In this chimney with the chop will turn to Santa on her
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| Brodie talking 'bout his rent too high, he might just scam the owner
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| Niggas talking 'bout they ran the V, bitch, you ain’t ran a corner bitch
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| You know you only call me when you need something
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| Sliding down blocks tryna bleed something
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| You know you want a nigga like me, baby
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| But I been too busy, OT, baby
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| This Glock will make a pussy nigga back up
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| And a nigga get dropped tryna act up
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| Had to double back 'cause you need me
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| But, bitch, you know I’m thugging when you see me
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| Every time you need a nigga, baby, call
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| Got bands in these jeans, can’t fuck with me in your dreams
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| I’m a boss and rolling with some dogs that’s gon' shake some'
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| Better tuck that chain, 'cause my niggas they might take something
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| Wake and bake something, if it ain’t Runtz then it’s Cookies
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| Stick up on the Glock, I see an opp and I’m gon' cook 'em
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| Never in these streets or on that block they playing hooky
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| Claiming they want funk, but niggas don’t, them niggas pussy
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| If it ain’t a foreign, I ain’t in it
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| Throw the Bape on with the Chanel and get to drippin'
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| I don’t want your love, just want the puss, let me hit it
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| Young nigga coming out the Crest and I’m the richest
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| Naw, I can’t love you hoes I’m too famous
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| It’s a Glock on everybody I done came with
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| It’s hard to trust when niggas on that fake shit
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| If I hit, my brother hitting, too, bitch, it’s gang shit, nigga
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| You know you only call me when you need something
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| Sliding down blocks tryna bleed something
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| You know you want a nigga like me, baby
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| But I been too busy, OT, baby
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| This Glock will make a pussy nigga back up
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| And a nigga get dropped tryna act up
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| Had to double back 'cause you need me
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| But, bitch, you know I’m thugging when you see me, yeah, yeah |