| Ayy, ayy, ayy
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, ayy, yeah
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| She be on the same drugs as me, I guess we soulmates
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| Right now, off the Addy, I’m about to speed race
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| Left hand on my chest, right hand up and I can’t lie today
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| If a nigga try me, on my fam', I’ll make him melt away
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| Yeah, the streets hot in the field, yeah, it’s like Novocaine
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| I ain’t scared of shit, I catch a homi', then she give me brain
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| Keep them racks on me, rack head, but I can’t die today
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| Niggas claim they tough until they get hit with this magma ray
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| Why I’m on this drank and pills? |
| 'Cause it make me normal
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| More 'bows than Robin Hood, more chickens than the cardinal
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| Molly rock brown-tan like I scraped it from urinals
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| Gotta duck these goofy bitches 'cause they really just some bird hoes
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| Jack Nicholson, gotta get some, gotta go
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| Harlem Globe balling on the mic, so use your scope
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| We BeBe’s kids for real, don’t never do what we told
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| Your lil' homie had heart, he got got 'cause he was bold
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| Ray, ray, ray, ray, ray
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| Boy, don’t get hit with this ray
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| BeBe’s kids, but we ain’t come to play
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| All these hundreds, boy, I’ma throw it in your face
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| TTB, shorty hear the name and she do anything
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| She drown way too much tryna keep up with my energy
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| Lived a past life, no advice, that shit was born in me
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| I do what I want, most these bitches be annoying me
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| Ronald McDonald, no lil' Uzi, yeah, Thouxan came with a big MAC
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| My old girl tryna hit my phone, but she need to watch out with the get back
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| My chauffer drove a fishbowl, hop out of that black big-body
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| He ain’t know we had guns, he was peeping the ho’s body
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| I fill the Suburban with these thotties, also shotties
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| Filled the Suburban with some thotties, that’s including shotties
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| Filled the Suburban with some thotties, that’s including shotties
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| We got sticks in the trunk, he don’t know about it |