| Hop out the coupe niggas smell like pussy
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| I broke the clock can’t scale my shit
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| Geeked out my mind, never felt like this
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| Put it in sport then the tail might fish
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| Glock in his face, that’s a real death kiss
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| You don’t want smoke, that’s a real death wish
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| Bad bitch ten out of ten, chefs kiss
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| laying in the X6
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| I ain’t pull over, I’m ducking state troopers
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| My niggas pulled up on time, we some shooters
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| Digital dash in that digital damn
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| All my number be accurate, count like no child
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| That bitch she animal planet, real wild
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| She set you up and she sliming you out
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| She ring on your doorbell, we run in your house
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| My jeans Mike Amiri, I stomp in these bitches
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| Got AF1's I’m pumping these bitches
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| Niggas be fly like the sky is the limit
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| But I’m going past that
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| You know it’s
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| Double me up, double me down
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| Get that shit, double-time, we miss, we spin around
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| These bitches going, they all come around
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| Nigga I ain’t been around
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| She like when I smile, I got slugs in my mouth
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| Shell cases, can’t leave no slugs on the ground
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| Hellraiser step, leave a hole in the ground
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| for his script, then we busting them down
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| Drinking the cream soda, flushing them down
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| Don’t know what it is but it’s something about
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| Niggas that go and start running they mouth
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| Turn off the lights, camp in front of they house
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| Thousand grams, thirty-four, forty-two gang
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| All the real niggas gon' go through the same
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| Trap house and it’s part of the game
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| But one thing I learned, you can’t make no mistakes
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| I done took the skin off my back for some snakes
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| This for niggas that showed that shit off in my face
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| Hop out the coupe niggas smell like pussy
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| I broke the clock can’t scale my shit
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| Geeked out my mind, never felt like this
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| Put it in sport then the tail might fish
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| Glock in his face, that’s a real death kiss
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| You don’t want smoke, that’s a real death wish
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| Bad bitch ten out of ten, chefs kiss |