| Niggas want me dead so I’m ridin' with' the stick
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| Glock 22 with' a thirty in that bitch
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| Up this bitch on 'em better pray I don’t miss
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| Catch that bucket up in traffic you gon' get that shit flipped
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| In a Uber with' a dub, got that bag on me
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| I don’t like the conversation I don’t talk, bitch you can cash on me
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| Baby slide me, it can’t fold that’s that fast money
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| Fuck the Feds they on the other line, they been tappin'
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| Pussy nigga want the beef, guess what? |
| You can have it
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| Drew Banga on the beat so this mufucka slappin
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| Glock 21, I’m a mufuckin' savage
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| Moon walkin' in these jugs call that boppin' with' this plastic
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| Just had a convo with' the mic I ain’t puttin' it down
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| And you the type to act a ass when it’s pussy around
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| And I’m a stand up type nigga can’t push me around
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| I told security mind they business ain’t pattin' me down
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| And I was broke as hell and jokes and come laugh at me now
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| And this Glock like Shaquille how it’s backin' him down
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| You ain’t investing with them bands you’ll be back in a drought
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| Keep on callin' in for work and be back on the couch
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| Ops want smoke? |
| Fuck it let 'em have it all
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| Nigga you been lost up in that sauce but here’s a map for y’all
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| That syrup gon' help me catch up on them z’s like the dragon ball
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| And I never wear a hat I don’t cap at all
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| Death threats, they make my tummy tickle
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| Pussy you can’t hide forever we gon' come and get you
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| And I don’t give a fuck if my cousin with' you
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| 'Cause on the love for the gang this shit unconditional
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| Niggas want me dead so I’m ridin' with' the stick
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| Glock 22 with' a thirty in that bitch
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| Up this bitch on 'em better pray I don’t miss
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| Catch that bucket up in traffic you gon' get that shit flipped
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| In a Uber with' a dub, got that bag on me
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| I don’t like the conversation I don’t talk, bitch you can cash on me
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| Baby slide me, it can’t fold that’s that fast money
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| Fuck the Feds they on the other line, they been tappin'
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| Been like a month since I done slid through the sucka side
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| But don’t trip I’m on my way so nigga run and hide
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| And we gon' catch you niggas slippin' it just come with' time
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| It’s RBN OBM nigga ain’t nowhere to sign
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| I don’t wanna think you niggas took my kindness for weakness
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| Fifty bands on my wrist bitch you broke you ain’t eatin'
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| Slid with' this chop and drop it off 'cause I ain’t need it
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| Talk? |
| Ain’t no reason, nigga ain’t no reasoning
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| Ooh I’ma be glad when these niggas ain’t breathin'
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| Slingin' with' no mask on my face just to see you
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| And when I had this Glock on 'em he ain’t believe it
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| Oh head shot so the doctor can’t treat it
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| I ain’t fuckin' with' you niggas, that’s on Tu and L
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| They say rich niggas don’t do drills but I’ma do it still
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| Nigga’s gettin' out of hand I had to put him in his place
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| I’ma slide and slide again until they put me in my grave
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| Niggas want me dead so I’m ridin' with' the stick
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| Glock 22 with' a thirty in that bitch
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| Up this bitch on 'em better pray I don’t miss
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| Catch that bucket up in traffic you gon' get that shit flipped
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| In a Uber with' a dub, got that bag on me
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| I don’t like the conversation I don’t talk, bitch you can cash on me
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| Baby slide me, it can’t fold that’s that fast money
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| Fuck the Feds they on the other line, they been tappin'
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| Pussy nigga want the beef, guess what? |
| You can have it
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| Drew Banga on the beat so this mufucka slappin
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| Glock 21, I’m a mufuckin' savage
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| Moon walkin' in these gels call that boppin' with' this plastic |