| Uh, uh
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| Uh, uh
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| Uh, uh
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| Uh, uh
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| I’m smoking West Coast Cure in a Russian
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| And I’m on a beat by Russian
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| Bitch I got my K’s from Russia
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| Keep fuck niggas far away I cannot trust em
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| She digging my rhymes you a busta
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| I fuck her and dip but you lay up and love her
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| You hittin that hoe with no rubber
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| She just give me head we don’t lay under covers
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| She fell in love with big stunna
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| She want a piece of the rich yougnin
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| He play tough but won’t do and ain’t did nothin
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| No attempts my little hittas wanna rip somethin
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| I might spend three racks on a fit fuck it
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| Whole thirty in my clip thuggin
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| Aye I won’t change for nothin
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| You gone fall for anything if you don’t stand for something
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| Where the smoke nobody got answers for me
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| I work for it wasn’t handed to me
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| It wasn’t no smoke when you ran into me
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| Nigga know he woulda got his ass handed to em
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| I’m matching the gas my tank full a fuel
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| He gone step on me must be April fools
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| You ain’t gangsta cause you dropped outta school
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| I graduated still break the rules
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| And I’m still that nigga I’m richer than all my ops
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| He can turn to a plate if I make him food
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| I had a glock on me I ain’t have A in school
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| I will not go back and forth Imma play it cool
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| Don’t let Instagram get you distracted
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| Lil nigga Imma tryna clap you
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| I ain’t trynna do no rap battles
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| I’m tryna leave yo ass stiff like a statue
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| I’m smoking West Coast Cure in a Russian
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| And I’m on a beat by Russian
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| Bitch I got my K’s from Russia
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| Keep fuck niggas far away I cannot trust em
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| She digging my rhymes you a busta
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| I fuck her and dip but you lay up and love her
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| You hittin that hoe with no rubber
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| She just give me head we don’t lay under covers |