| Ridin in a new foreign whip
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| You a fuck boy nigga, I’ll empty out the clip
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| In that drop-top wraith, smokin' dope I’m wit' the shit
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| I empty out the Draco know I keep the thirty-clip
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| Right wrist cost fifty, know my bracelet worth a brick
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| I’m in the kitchen with the chickens know I’m water whippin' shit
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| I’m havin' bricks of the Actavis, two hunned' for a zip
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| I be hustlin' every day I’m takin' million dollar trips
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| Million dollar trips, in and out I’m hand to hand
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| Trigger finger off the draco, his bitch is my biggest fan
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| If you disrespect draco we gon' air it out again
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| I’m havin bricks, I’m havin Pesos, niggas know I’m gettin' it in
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| And I jumped out that coupe, bitch I’m bout to whip a ten
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| I’m havin' birds, havin' pigeons, havin' chickens, havin' hens
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| Last nigga tried draco, he won’t do that shit again
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| I’m in the kitchen whippin' bricks nigga, jumpin' out the gym
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| Ballin' on these fuck niggas, I just broke the rim
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| I’m in that I-8, that 30 on my lap I really dip
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| The draco shooters, they pull up, pop yo ass just like a pill
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| And if you really know big soulja, I been rich before the deal
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| (Gang!)
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| Ridin in a new foreign whip
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| You a fuck boy nigga, I’ll empty out the clip
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| In that drop-top wraith, smokin' dope I’m wit' the shit
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| I empty out the Draco know I keep the thirty-clip
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| Right wrist cost fifty, know my bracelet worth a brick
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| I’m in the kitchen with the chickens know I’m water whippin' shit
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| I’m havin' bricks of the Actavis, two hunned' for a zip
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| I be hustlin' every day I’m takin' million dollar trips
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| Front do' broad day with the draco
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| Really cappin' hard for the Pesos
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| Bad bitch fell in love with my lingo
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| I’m havin' the plug out in Puerto Rico
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| Black machine gun, shoot through the peephole
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| Cuban link, 30 below zero
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| Pinkie ring, it be sub-zero
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| Shoot with the FNN then I reload
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| Sell a brick, get it gone pronto
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| I whip up a brick, wit' the pint, servin' combos
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| In the kitchen, hit the pot with my elbow
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| Mini mac-11 make a drumroll
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| Runnin' wit that sack, I can’t fumble
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| Puttin' cocaine in the figure fold
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| I came up from trappin' and cappin' on Simpson Road
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| Two M’s stashed at the bando
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| Bathin' ape, ski mask at the front do'
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| Run up the M’s, they already know
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| Swerve in the bentley coupe down figaro
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| Drop the top wit' the draco, then I reload
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| Hollow tips, keep a lotta ammo
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| Lay in a nigga grass like I’m rambo
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| Draco bullets burn like a candle
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| Soulja boy telecommando
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| Ridin in a new foreign whip
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| You a fuck boy nigga, I’ll empty out the clip
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| In that drop-top wraith, smokin' dope I’m wit' the shit
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| I empty out the Draco know I keep the thirty-clip
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| Right wrist cost fifty, know my bracelet worth a brick
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| I’m in the kitchen with the chickens know I’m water whippin' shit
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| I’m havin' bricks of the Actavis, two hunned' for a zip
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| I be hustlin' every day I’m takin' million dollar trips |