| They want that young nigga dumb, who you with, where you from shit
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| That gang banging, rag hanging, what you claiming crunk shit
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| (Hey!) They like that
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| (Hey!) They on that
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| (Hey!) They like that
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| (Hey!) They want that
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| They want that super gutter ignorant, that new ghetto belligerent
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| Authentic brick flipping dope boy trap nigga shit
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| (Hey!) Yeah they like that
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| (Hey!) They on that
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| (Hey!) They like that
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| (Hey!) Yeah they want that
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| They want banana clip in, chicken flipping, pistol gripping roll out
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| Music do that shit so good cause that’s the shit I know 'bout
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| Money over everybody, trapping when its cold out
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| Give me mine grind then go shine til I’m sold out
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| Keep a K and some yay, no hesitation I’ll spray whoever in a nigga way
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| Os of the haze only thing a nigga blaze
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| Gang bangers and J’s in projects where a nigga stay
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| In my baby mama Section-8 apartment
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| Okay now everybody know me bitch I’m hot
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| If you want it, ho I got it, you can fuck with me or not
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| Still riding 24's, pockets full of cheddar now
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| If you trapping I’ll be out soon as I handle my B. I
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| I’m trying to dodge the FBI who knew one day I’d be T. I
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| Chevy sitting real high, same clothes still fly
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| That’s the shit them young niggas out there wanna hear about
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| Gangster walking
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| See me approach with caution
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| Louis belt around my waistline, pistol hanging off it
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| Fuck them niggas who be talking, they can get it if they want it
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| Still hanging on the corner, slanging crack and marijuana
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| Still the man in my trap
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| Disappeared from the feds, they ran in my trap
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| Took a half-key, hundred grand, and my strap
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| Only thing I got now is the 9 in my lap
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| Better double, triple it whip it get it to selling
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| Get rich and get out the game 'fore snitches can get to telling
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| Magician with it Magellan, already a felon
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| Ain’t even fired up the dro and they already can smell it
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| Wee hours of the morn I’mma hustle till it’s all gone
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| Nigga better recognize my grind
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| Bank roll over all never mind my shine
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| If you banging let me see your gang sign one time
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| Nigga know I spent my whole life in that shit
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| And still riding with me cause they like that shit
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| Yeah they like that
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| (Hey!) They on that
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| (Hey!) They like that
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| (Hey!) Yeah they want that
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| Spit it how I used to live it I ain’t writing that shit
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| Like I’m right in that shit, that’s why they like that shit
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| (Hey!) Yeah they like that
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| (Hey!) They on that
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| (Hey!) They like that
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| (Hey!) Yeah they want that |