| Pistol poppin semi automatic in the caddy
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| Keep the patek but i slang it every rapper seem to have it
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| Batting average of a maverick living hazard thats a savage
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| Packin baguettes filled with cannabis
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| Eat em up like sandwiches
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| My lean consumption is somethin causing malfunction
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| And dumb shit can’t even function and functions lookin really funky and drunken
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| Whore aggressive and puffin on sess with a saddle
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| My cousins we test the rest of these bubble chest less then fresh rappers
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| attack and body bag 'em
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| Tag 'em and we hack 'em
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| Weed stay shinin' like jackets from Michael Jackson
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| In practice I practice I’m backwards I’m acrobatic
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| And packing a Mac automatic rapping like (ga)ganja addicts
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| My Advantage? |
| A red dot like Japan has
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| I’m eating salad cause life is about the balance
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| Miami n' emcees is real not DJ Khaleds
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| And its valid cause they valued it the value dis real lavish
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| There you have it
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| My flow just came down the stairs
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| Rewind it 50 seconds you can hear it real clear
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| Hook: F
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| It’s like PNNBLL, PNNBLL and we rollin' away (I don’t wanna fall)
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| The world is a box of glass today (ye, ye)
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| Timber, timber is what they say (watch em fall, watch em fall)
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| You wanna have a dance with god, you may
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| Indy
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| Some people call me indy
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| Some people call me kawch
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| Spark always in the crib I’m forever INDIKKAWCH
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| Better respect the name if it sorted out your mother
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| Wild relocate your soul
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| Six feet deep under your house
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| You know some crews will rise, your crew was headed south
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| You know that when it’s time all the goons equipped to pounce
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| You know we makin' moves, while we smoke on that ounce
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| I stay poppin on this couch, the platoons are scared of grouch
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| Love weed but ain’t got time for Sativa
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| Y’all smoke so you can think clearer
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| If it ain’t Indica, then it ain’t reefer
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| Fuck you and your uppity ass demeanor
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| I’m never flashy cause I ain’t Frank Lucas
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| Can’t trust the streets, cause it’s filled with Medusas
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| This five-seater is packed with insurance
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| In case these motherfuckers wanna test their endurance
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| Hook: F
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| It’s like PNNBLL, PNNBLL and we rollin' away (I don’t wanna fall)
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| The world is a box of glass today (ye, ye)
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| Timber, timber is what they say (watch em fall, watch em fall)
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| You wanna have a dance with god, you may |