| I got dope up in my socks and I’m running from the cops
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| I got dope up in my socks and I’m running from the cops
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| I got dope up in my socks and I’m running from the cops
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| And I’m running with my Glock, this pussy cracker might get shot
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| I got dope up in my socks and I’m running from the cops
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| I got dope up in my socks and I’m running from the cops
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| I got dope up in my socks and I’m running from the cops
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| And I’m running with my Glock, this pussy cracker might get shot
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| I got dope up in my socks and I’m running from the cops
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| And I’m running with my Glock, this pussy cracker might get shot
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| Everybody say, they got your back but they snitching when you get break
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| I know the truth about your fuck nigga you riding down they mist
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| Cut his throat with a machete, cut his throat like I was edge
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| Talking 'bout my boy from Mexico, we will meet at the Texaco
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| He was my plug, he gave me them keys
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| You say you’s a drug lord, nigga stop talking please
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| You fuck the police 'cause these niggas is pussy crackers
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| Hating on that boy Stitches 'cause this paper I’m stacking
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| I’m driving foreigns in every city I met
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| And every city I met, I got a strap
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| I got dope up in my socks and I’m running from the cops
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| I got dope up in my socks and I’m running from the cops
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| I got dope up in my socks and I’m running from the cops
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| And I’m running with my Glock, this pussy cracker might get shot
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| I got dope up in my socks and I’m running from the cops
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| I got dope up in my socks and I’m running from the cops
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| I got dope up in my socks and I’m running from the cops
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| And I’m running with my Glock, this pussy cracker might get shot
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| I’m a dope nigga you ain’t no dope in yo' life
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| I’m that nigga that could change or run your whole fuckin' life
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| Just give me I could send them keys right through the mail
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| And if the feds catch me slipping I know I won’t get no bell
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| That’s why I got them working for me
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| They ain’t no catching me slipping, can’t catch no felonies
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| I got three kids my nigga, they free
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| And I don’t trust no nigga, I’m a OG
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| Fuck the police, they put my brothers in a penitentiary
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| And first the judge was tryna give them boys a sanctuary
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| I know them snitch niggas still while on the street
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| And they gon' die slow, my nigga like it’s HIV
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| I got dope up in my socks and I’m running from the cops
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| I got dope up in my socks and I’m running from the cops
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| I got dope up in my socks and I’m running from the cops
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| And I’m running with my Glock, this pussy cracker might get shot
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| I got dope up in my socks and I’m running from the cops
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| I got dope up in my socks and I’m running from the cops
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| I got dope up in my socks and I’m running from the cops
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| And I’m running with my Glock, this pussy cracker might get shot |