| You gonna do somethin' to
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| Who (who), What (what), When (when)
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| Never that
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| If they got a problem
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| Tell em call me we can settle that
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| Matter of fact
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| You ain’t gotta them em
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| I’ll tell em that (I'll tell em)
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| And if these niggas sigh we gon slide down where they mother at
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| Ak-47 with the double strap
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| How your shit stay at the funeral
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| Bring my rubber back
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| Chicks are fuckin' with the wrong one
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| Yea I gotta show
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| Tell em but I got a long gun
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| Call the mac the chicken wing cause it got it’s own drum
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| I know these niggas sick of me
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| 'Cause I done had a long run
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| Countin' all this money
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| Fuckin' all these hoes
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| They was lookin' at me funny
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| When I pulled up in that rose
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| Ya’ll good for talkim' on Twitter (twitter)
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| We good for sparkin' on niggas (sparkin')
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| Broad day
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| Walk up on a niggas head and homicide
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| You gonna put the chopper on a nigga
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| Hey, you gon do somethin to
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| Who, what, when
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| You say you want it with
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| Who, what, when
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| Them shots come in with
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| Who, what, when
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| You were sayin that to
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| Who, what, then, fuck nigga
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| You’d better get that fuck shit off your mind
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| 'Cause I’m a up that strap
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| You crossed the line
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| Cut these apples out you niggas startin spreadin the new
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| When I choose shit on a corpse
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| Hide head with the two
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| Where you can find me
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| You can find me
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| At the top of the list
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| And if they ever let me in I ain’t stoppin for shit
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| See that motivation make you say I’m cocky as shit
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| Watever, fuck it tell em suck and help part of my dick
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| Now a day, play, I coulda possibly get em, get paid
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| Get out the Maybach and go hop in the jet
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| Know they hatin on the rise and the chilled I spin
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| In the Phantom, I’m lookin fly in whatever I’m in
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| Mostly you big niggas soft like the Michelin man
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| When you see other niggas standin with a pencil in hand
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| Carry me on stage rappin with my dick in my hand
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| Tryna distiguish the difference between a bitch and a fan
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| Outa bed, rolled one homie, never again
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| Cause I sold dough once now I sell it again
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| Fur weed 500, I sell it again
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| Tell the mice mane win let the elfs keep sayin
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| Hide head with the two
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| I’m ballin half around, half a jet, nigga pound for pound
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| Only time we showin up, the shut this motha fucker down
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| Ridin round in the Kia, no spare tires
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| Chopper round shots fired
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| Nigga flatlines zip came to it and keep the powder savoral
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| Drive bys on dirt bike with Meek Milli O
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| Crow rock shells
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| I bleach em and watch em fade away
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| And leave a nigga block
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| Wetter than a rainy day
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| West beat Beavis when you scared to leave the crib
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| Guzzi and he inspired for some of the dolla mill
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| I’m worth mills and I beat a niggas ass still
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| Ya’ll niggas get wasted I ain’t talkin spilled bills
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| School a hunt knox I’m a hate a cheetah
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| One ya a dick sucka get your head up with the nina
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| And YM still strapped snookin with the cleava
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| Ya best bet: to run the other way when I see ya |