| Yeah, ay, ay
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| That’s right, yeah
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| Hoppin out a dropped Impala, pants hangin to my ankles
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| Feel 'em hate from every angle, they intimidated, and uh
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| I’m a beast, they don’t like to see me walkin out of prison
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| I ain’t trippin, I don’t owe 'em nothin but an ass whippin
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| What you lookin at? |
| Girl you better cut the television on
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| Don’t wanna show yo' ass, best to get to gettin on
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| Home, I’m waitin on ya if you want it
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| I ain’t gotta go for bad, I just go for my opponent
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| I ain’t lookin for no trouble, I ain’t duckin none either
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| Say a nigga jumpin ship I say so fuck 'em, I don’t need 'em
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| Still greet 'em, with the same smile like I used to
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| Get wild if you choose to, I ain’t finna' shush you
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| End up head bust, bloody nose, loose tooth
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| Whoop a nigga ass by himself or with a group too
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| Who, fight back, ho it’s like that
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| Where my knife at? |
| Shawty I’ll be right back
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| Fresh out the box I’mma mash out, ya hear me?
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| This year a hundred mil' I’mma cash out, ya hear me?
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| Today a 100 K ain’t nothin to brag 'bout, ya hear me?
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| The king pullin rank, big bank take little bank
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| Fresh up out the box I bet I mash out, ya hear me?
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| This year a hundred mil' I’mma cash out, ya hear me?
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| Today a 100 K ain’t nothin to brag 'bout, ya hear me?
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| Rollin through your hood, can you hear me now? |
| Goooood
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| We gon' do it big like we did befo', fresh off a case
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| +ASAP+, +Motivation+ ho, guess that’s all it take
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| They got they ass with my poker face
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| Wait 'til they get a load of me like The Joker say (ha ha ha ha ha ha)
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| A lot of talkin that bullshit’ll pass but it ain’t today
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| Gon' be a Code-10, man down, like Frankie say
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| Ay, at the lair where the players meet
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| So all squares kick rocks with your bare feet, bitches cherish me
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| Came back, nigga raise up
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| Safe to say them suckers wanna see me caged up — that chapter’s over
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| Pass the mic and set the stage up, throw your A’s up
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| Tell my P.O. |
| I don’t blaze up, Pee Wee fire the haze up
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| They praise us cause old heads recognize the G in him
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| Black card, +No Limit+ like P and them
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| Ain’t nobody seein him — who fuckin with shawty
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| When we pull up bitches yell out «O.M.G.» |
| just like my daughter and them
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| I’m in a jet black Camaro with my eyes on the sparrow
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| They say I can’t have no pistol so I bought a bow and arrow
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| I’m just waitin, niggas say it ain’t the same and I get back
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| See ain’t a damn thang change but my six pack
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| Heh, you want wreck you can get that
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| But all the disrespectin shawty I ain’t with that
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| And partner I ain’t fin' to chit-chat
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| Comin where a nigga had to break him off a piece like a Kit Kat
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| Tell them cats bless me to impress me
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| Best leave or get wet like a jetski
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| Overseas where you catch me
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| And when they holla King nigga they don’t mean Elvis Presley
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| Hard body lumped up, chest like a dumb truck
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| Keep the sword on me shawty, this ain’t what you want bruh
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| I ain’t gotta bust ya, if you close enough you get stuck
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| Leave a nigga drippin like a sippy cup, pick 'em up |