| I got the streets on smash mode
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| Too many hoes, gotta keep me a passcode
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| Bullets is big as a asshole
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| Yea, the choppa make you sleep in a rat hole
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| This beat really sound like an outro
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| 7:30 hit the bitch with the astro
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| I was in New York eating Mastro’s
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| You wanted smoke, you gone get what you asked for
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| This beat right here gone fuck up they ears
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| No melody, this bitch kinda weird
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| Too fucking hard, make me jump off a hill
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| Swerving the coupe, Jesus take the wheel
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| You don’t want no smoke, lil boy be for real
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| Hold on, wait, chill
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| Here, take this pill
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| Wheew, dissapear
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| Get hit with the banger if you try to get near
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| Too many hoes I don’t know who to fuck
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| Too many houses, which one to shoot up
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| Fuck it, shoot the whole block up
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| Who did that? |
| not us
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| Roll up the pack, he be smelling like must
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| Get the fuck out, I don’t wanna hear you fuss
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| You a peon boy, you can’t even cuss
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| This is good drank, this is not cut
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| spend on your clothes
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| Didn’t spend so you gotta to your hopes
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| We gave you two weeks to invest in some bows |
| get it for low
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| Nah I’m just playing, six seven just playing too
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| If I spend ten bands, he spending ten bands too
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| We made it out of the hood, then you can too
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| No we not cuffing these bitches, just ran through
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| Ouu, turn it up a little bit
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| I ran it up I need me a fitbit
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| his house cause we hit shit
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| Made that boy switch up his car like a stick shift
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| Ouu, I need a private jet
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| No, I will not pay for sex
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| Come here with your face and your neck
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| Yah, show me the best
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| Big choppa make 'em do the Doug E Fresh
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| Pew Pew Pew, shoot through that vest
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| Yah, Gang, Bow Bow |