| Niggas go to hollerin' about
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| That wasn’t my work, I ain’t got nothin' to do with that
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| Bitch you guilty by association
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| Nigga gon' kill you and all your homeboys
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| We the only ones with smoke in the middle of the drought
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| Them lil niggas on the porch and they still ain’t jumped off
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| But fuckin' with that Nation, they done took the wrong route
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| They just doin' it for clout, they don’t think they gon' get caught, nah
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| Until we start to blitz in shit like Madden
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| I ain’t with all that dissin', bitch get at me
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| We done made the oppositions get a gas mask
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| Put one in the black bag, made him wave a white flag
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| Lil whoadie reppin' on that body, he ain’t like that
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| He had to be freestylin', he ain’t write that
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| 'Cause in that verse he claimin' 'bout us, he ain’t hearse
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| Now he out here headfirst and that shit wasn’t even his work
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| Let me find out, hold up, time out
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| All them F’s about you go and step, you been lyin' dog
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| Jump up in that water, it get wet, ain’t no dryin' off
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| Talkin' all this shit up on the net, you get signed off |
| Shot so many bullets out that cutter that the barrel caught on fire
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| Feds came swervin' in that narrow, all they heard was rapid fire
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| We the only ones with smoke in the middle of the drought
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| Them lil niggas on the porch and they still ain’t jumped off
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| But fuckin' with that Nation, they done took the wrong route
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| They just doin' it for clout, they don’t think they gon' get caught, nah
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| Until we start to blitz in shit like Madden
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| I ain’t with all that dissin', bitch get at me
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| We done made the oppositions get a gas mask
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| Put one in the black bag, made him wave a white flag
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| Tears fallin' from another mother
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| They done fucked around and took my brother’s brother
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| So when the name he took it, I copped another cutter
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| No Tunechili or YMCMB but this shit gutter gutter
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| 'Cause we gon' crash behind you
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| We got niggas wavin' flags behind you
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| Hollerin' 'bout they ain’t fuck with Dave but they gon' die too
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| Got me lurkin' with that MAC all in my coupe
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| Tryna slide through
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| Pull up, windows down like a drive-thru |
| Hope you know that forever that money can’t hide you
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| Them bitches travel when them bullets go inside you
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| Went for him and hit his partner, I ain’t even try to
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| We the only ones with smoke in the middle of the drought
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| Them lil niggas on the porch and they still ain’t jumped off
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| But fuckin' with that Nation, they done took the wrong route
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| They just doin' it for clout, they don’t think they gon' get caught, nah
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| Until we start to blitz in shit like Madden
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| I ain’t with all that dissin', bitch get at me
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| We done made the oppositions get a gas mask
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| Put one in the black bag, made him wave a white flag
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| We done made him wave a white flag
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| We done made him wave the right flag
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| Like we race around this bitch
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| But I been steady chasin' 'round this bitch
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| Got money, we ain’t gon' take it 'round this bitch
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| When they gon' take around this bitch, nigga
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| Yeah, pussy ass boy
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| Boy, I know you a bitch, boy
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| Your daddy callin' and shit, tryna, you know
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| Y’all niggas hoes man, y’all got fathers out here man |