| All my brothers ridin' with that full clip
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| We don’t play no games 'cause you know we really do this, ayy
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| When I call the shots, they gon' shoot it
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| We don’t do the talkin', all my homies really ruthless, ayy
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| When I rock my chain, they like, «Who this?»
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| He that lil' youngin with that chain and that new whip, ayy
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| And we in the Bay goin' stupid
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| Talkin' 'bout you rob me, you ain’t never gonna do shit, ayy
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| Wavy ass boy like a durag
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| I just dropped like ten racks, that was on a new bag
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| When the work come in, I just stuff it in a cool pack
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| Opps catch me slippin', I’ma stuff it in my boof pack
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| And your bitch holler at me like, «What's up?»
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| She just wanna feel this dick, I got these bucks
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| I don’t want relationships, I’m tryna fuck
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| I don’t got no time, lil' bitch, I’m the plug
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| All my brothers ridin' with that full clip
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| We don’t play no games 'cause you know we really do this, ayy
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| When I call the shots, they gon' shoot it
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| We don’t do the talkin', all my homies really ruthless, ayy
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| When I rock my chain, they like, «Who this?»
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| He that lil' youngin with that chain and that new whip, ayy
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| And we in the Bay goin' stupid
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| Talkin' 'bout you rob me, you ain’t never gonna do shit, ayy
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| Bitch, we really do this for real
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| And you’s a smart ass brat, what would you do in the field?
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| They say a nigga lost his mind, hope I don’t lose it to pills
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| And all them feelings I had for you? |
| Now I’m losing the feel
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| Bitch, stop that pocket watching, get in your lane back
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| If you see me and don’t want smoke then whip your own ass
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| And bro just snaked my other bro, that nigga so slatt
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| And take them floaties out the deep end, bet they won’t last, bitch
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| All my brothers ridin' with that full clip
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| We don’t play no games 'cause you know we really do this, ayy
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| When I call the shots, they gon' shoot it
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| We don’t do the talkin', all my homies really ruthless, ayy
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| When I rock my chain, they like, «Who this?»
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| He that lil' youngin with that chain and that new whip, ayy
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| And we in the Bay goin' stupid
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| Talkin' 'bout you rob me, you ain’t never gonna do shit, ayy |