| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yuh, yuh, yuh
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Four-hour drive to Savannah, one-way flight to Atlanta
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| I ain’t here to see no thotties, they just pop up where I’m landing
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| And my eyes distorted, Big Santana off this Fanta
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| cause' this Glock ain’t never jamming
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| They wanted to race, they was ahead and now we in front of them
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| It hit high speeds from police, engine SRT it’s going ham
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| Hate it or love it, the undergrounds' on top
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| Love it and hate it, I’ma keep getting to this guap
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| And I’m gon' climbed til' I can’t peak no more
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| It’s way up high but I’ma reach that though
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| It ain’t safe in the house outside
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| We the ones that fucked you over and fucked up your pride
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| Keep that pistol tucked, concealed and by my side
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| Can’t fall in love, it hurt too much, that’s on my life
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| So many faces around me, people come and go
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| I may interact but never get too close
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| I done lost a few brothers but more opps and foes
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| She thinks I’m a gardener planting seeds with all these hoes
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| If an enemy standstill it’s cause' he talk too much
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| All that capping like it’s smoke, in person he hush
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| Mean poker face, cool as fuck, make these bitches blush
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| Can’t nobody pull my card, not ever, hell nah, this a royal flush
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| She playing games, her pussy rated E cause' she for everyone
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| Shawty spirit super free, she super free, Rick James I’m out |