| Aw shit, Aw fuck
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| Me, Kali and Ces we go to get bucks
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| On the path but didn’t think we’d get stuck
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| By some crass lads that’s 'bout to get tough
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| And they play not, temperatures stay hot
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| And don’t nobody be relaxin' when on they block
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| Like it a yay spot, never let that pay stop
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| Unless you wanna be trippin' with Kutty and Jay Rock
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| Bad Flames, Feature Presentation, Raw and UnKutt
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| All of 'em undeniable classics like who they come from
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| Most talked about on the internet
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| Nigga I been a vet
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| Eleven years strong, still holdin' on
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| And I ain’t finished yet
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| Red headed-est step child
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| It’s a plague spread to accept how it is
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| Wanna see me fall get me out the loot
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| When all I’ve done is respect how it is
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| Now I gotta turn into a nigga you once knew
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| No mo' papers off
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| Probation I’m a cold case
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| He gon' sho hate it
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| When I throw a bomb like Troy Aikman
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| To do damage you walk in a bunch huh?
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| When you niggas are really the punks huh?
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| In the hearts of men, I’m seeing cowards
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| Where you niggas is at when the funk come?
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| Smoke a blunt to that
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| When the funk ensues you resort to rap
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| Said you was all in, 2 on the 10 you must distort the facts
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| So I pledge allegiance to only me I only breathe
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| Eat to shit, the chrome’s in me
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| The only misconstrued message in the song you see
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| Is it’s not arrogance, this is what it’s grown to be
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| See you can tell be the way that I use my wealth I’m cocky
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| This the man right chyea as to ya’ll out south I’m cocky
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| And if you ain’t figured out what we talkin' about
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| I’m the one they all talkin' about
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| And if they hatin' me that only mean my name in they mouth I’m cocky
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| Pull up to the spot, watch the girls all pause
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| Like a dirty ass dog house, drawers gon' fall
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| Bitches get wet when they see that candy paint
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| Soak yo dick through them boxers 'cause you got bank
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| Shout out to them shock collars (shot callers?), niggas got rank
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| Death to you snitches seen a light Drake
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| I’m all the way silent, I will never break
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| Pillow talking to them hoes, you all the way gay
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| The problem is niggas never know they place
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| Just know your role, play your part and you’ll be straight
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| But niggas crooked like D-Bo eye
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| And could never ever see why we so fly
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| You either gotta go home or go hard
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| Keep a bad bitch with a good job and good jaw
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| Black strap on me, yeah you can tell when I walk
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| Pitbull of the leash if you flinch I’m a bark
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| You thought we through
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| Stop the bull talk
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| We rule papi
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| Smooth
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| Knock these fools off me
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| Boo sloppy
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| How I have they bitches bukakke
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| Move awfully cool hotty
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| Slob these jewels softly
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| Who’s naughty?
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| Shock exudes bossy
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| Dude’s cocky
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| Soowoo got me blue blocky
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| When I do shop
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| At the woowop
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| I bought the boo jockey
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| My Gucc watch
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| Perfuse rocks
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| And I be loose of the Caribou Lou
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| Mami your poonani
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| Saw me and got tsunami
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| Tech’s elated I’m rated
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| They say the greatest
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| Paraded my lastest
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| Pages I created
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| And the news shot me
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| That’s why I’m hated
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| You faggots is weak and dated
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| When I spray this place and do away
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| With all this fakin then erase it who’d stop me?
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| It is evident, that you wonder why and where her cheddar went
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| That look on your face I’m seeing I’d rather get
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| When your boo prop me
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| I’m a sedative
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| Cause I beat it repetitive
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| Used twat b
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| All in ya mouth and you never knew charlie |