| I spent most of my twenties with a 30-round clip
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| I spent most of my twenties and I stashed the hundreds
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| You gotta warrant that ain’t caught ya yet and keep running
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| I heard it all but won’t repeat nothin'
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| I’m thuggin', I’m grindin', tryna get that check
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| Phone ringing off the hook blame it on this connect
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| You might get finessed, tell you no disrespect
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| Gave em all ones, got it from the stripper (bitch)
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| I ain’t stressin', I ain’t stresin', I ain’t stressin'
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| I count the rest of this money when I finish countin' my blessings
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| You fucked up bout that bitch, I’m thinkin' bout her best friend
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| I’m guessin' that she restin', I just left her at the Western
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| She gave me a massage while you was sendin' text messages
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| She think she Nicki Minaj, I walk in my garage, I talk to all my cars
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| I load up all my guns and I ain’t thought about tomorrow
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| Don’t do it, don’t do it (don't do it)
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| I’m goin' through it (x4)
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| His big brother threw a cross cause he was mad about a bitch I was fuckin'
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| You can’t control no pussy spared your wife you know how I’m comin'
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| Cali your boy pull up with chaotic and then go to dumpin'
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| I’m from where heroin bumpin', gum bumpin' we bump ya
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| Let loose and flush you then trunk you
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| Gangsta how I be comin'
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| Offset some Porsches get at me
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| I know you bitches can’t stand me
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| One thang I love bout the game, you can’t get stripes from pretending
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| I take shots, be shooting shit but don’t no names’ll get mentioned
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| Pussy bite then he fishin'
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| Or might be in they feelings
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| Talkin' shit bout guerrillas, then you might swim with the fishes
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| Before Gucci went to jail these other rappers was timid
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| He got his time, they poke they head out, now they talk like they killers
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| Criminal-minded all on Instagram, in public pretenders
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| I wish somebody would challenge me, was born a contender
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| Louisiana, no flex zone, we stay bout our business
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| Ridin' all through East Atlanta without tint on the windows |