| For life, huh, for real
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| Check it out
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| Midnight club with the neon lights
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| Biting my boof with the peons, right
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| Colorblind, don’t see stop sign, red light
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| No speed limit, we on flight
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| Every day a little bit, we won’t define
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| Not interested, no, I ain’t out of that time
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| Kill 'em with kindness, okay, fine
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| Might name my AK A.K. |
| Khan
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| Get out with the cap now, get off with the lying
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| Y’all niggas be silent, still rocking fake diamonds
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| Now get off of me, knocking off your shit
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| Pop it off, boy, get stomped in the pit
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| I’m such a gentleman, treat her polite
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| Give me head first then call her a ride
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| Call her my side 'cause she got more ass than
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| into my night
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| Bitch, I’m giant like fee-fi-fo
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| All of my hoes bad, head to toe
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| Keeping that heater, that fire, like a stove
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| I’m finna cop all the baking soda
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| Uno and Lotto came with the odor
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| Smoking on flower, I bust me a Clover
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| Shorty want to fuck, I told her, «Come over»
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| Ain’t nothing new, I’ve been done known it
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| Ain’t nothing new, I’ve been done known it
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| Ain’t nothing new, I’ve been done known it
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| These niggas think they getting that swag, that shit ain’t new, we’ve been up
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| on it
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| We’ve been up on it
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| Oh, you fucked that bitch? |
| We’ve done it
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| You just hit that ho? |
| Been done it
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| Niggas always think they want a hand
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| But in the end I’m two steps ahead
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| Lil' bitch, I guess you could say we run it
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| Uh, yeah, bitch, we, uh
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| Guess you could say, lil' bitch, we run it
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| Uh, yeah, bitch, we, uh
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| Guess you could say, lil' bitch, we run it
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| Yeah, we
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| Guess you could say, lil' bitch, we run it
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| Midnight club with the neon lights
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| Biting my boof with the peons, right
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| Colorblind, don’t see stop sign, red light
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| No speed limit, we on flight
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| Every day a little bit, we won’t define
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| Not interested, no, I ain’t out of that time
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| Kill 'em with kindness, okay, fine
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| Might name my AK A.K. |
| Khan
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| Get out with the cap now, get off with the lying
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| Y’all niggas be silent, still rocking fake diamonds
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| Now get off of me, knocking off your shit
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| Pop it off, boy, get stomped in the pit
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| I’m such a gentleman, treat her polite
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| Give me head first then call her a ride
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| Call her my side 'cause she got more ass than
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| into my night
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| (Uno, I killed it)
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| (Let's go, dig?)
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| I’ma pull up in the 'Rari, DeLorean
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| I’ma take her to a trip to euphoria
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| And I know more than your local historian
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| You get what you want, shorty, just stop annoying
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| I had to cut her off, she boring
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| I love the way she talk to foreigners
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| Hollow tips hit him, bullet hole in his coroner
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| Hollow tips hit him, his mom is a mourner
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| Okay, I wake up and count in the morning
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| Okay, I count up so I found reassurance
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| I know that I got a lot of influence
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| Okay, well, why don’t we all go to Florence? |
| (Dig)
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| I came from the bottom so you know I ain’t going back
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| I’ve been the realest since I was born
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| Had to go our separate ways, know she torn
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| I’m cutting off all y’all bitches, no warning
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| Noticing it was Act', I’ma sit on her ornament
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| Hot shells through your crib, call it housewarming
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| Had to let 'em go, they ain’t doing nothing for me
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| I will never go back and forth with an informant
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| Midnight club with the neon lights
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| Biting my boof with the peons, right
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| Colorblind, don’t see stop sign, red light
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| No speed limit, we on flight
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| Every day a little bit, we won’t define
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| Not interested, no, I ain’t out of that time
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| Kill 'em with kindness, okay, fine
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| Might name my AK A.K. |
| Khan
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| Get out with the cap now, get off with the lying
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| Y’all niggas be silent, still rocking fake diamonds
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| Now get off of me, knocking off your shit
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| Pop it off, boy, get stomped in the pit
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| I’m such a gentleman, treat her polite
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| Give me head first then call her a ride
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| Call her my side 'cause she got more ass than
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| (Indigo)
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| (Okay, Embasin)
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| Huh, hey
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| Yeah, spooky season
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| Keep all the fuck shit to yourself, I seen that shit a mile away
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| Call up the opps, get my K
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| We’ll get this shit sold today
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| I’ma catch you down bad, broad day
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| Ain’t no acting, no Broadway
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| Posted up with the B’s in the trap all day
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| Pack stealing, Green Bay
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| Thirty-five hundred just for jeans, pussy, this ain’t no rivalry |
| Fucking that bitch like hobbies be but she still a side to me
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| TTB with loyalty, ain’t no switching sides on me
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| Gas on F but we rolling on E
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| Gas tank on F but we rolling on E
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| I be in Georgia with Florida hitters
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| I be in Florida with Georgia hitters
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| If you ain’t gang, don’t try to get mixed in
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| That’s how niggas be getting they wig split
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| Twelve years old, with the older niggas
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| I done seen Dana smoke a nigga
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| Niggas be acting like real school shooters, okay, fuck boy, pull it out and get
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| hit, bitch
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| Stupid lil' boy thinking that we scared, getting out the whip, we ride on him
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| Shorty keep talking 'bout what that WAP do then I’m diving in
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| Glock 17 with the thirty round sticks, security won’t let me in
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| Got you a bag for this very reason, baby girl on my dick
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| Y’all niggas be on the 'Gram all day, commenting under my shit
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| Niggas acting like they critics, don’t even get paid down for this
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| Uh, yeah, give me my money
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| Uh, baby, give me my bag
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| Uh, yeah, all in your tummy
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| Uh, yeah, the dick do that
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| Up, up and away, I’m finally going
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| Dash after that hoing
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| My wallet a addict, having withdrawals
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| I hit the bank, made some withdrawals
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| Shorty ain’t even got panties on
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| I don’t even think she even own drawers
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| We don’t give no fuck at all
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| We don’t give no fuck at all
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh, we don’t give no fuck at all
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh, give no fuck at all
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| Hundred thousand hoes to myself, I call my bros for help
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| I get the bag and then cash in the racks, secure that for myself
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| Hope you could hold your own, most niggas can’t even get the cards they dealt
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| But I be on my own, last chance of hiding your feelings
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| It’s hard enough to control my own, I ain’t got time for your feelings
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| Stop letting niggas program your mind, y’all niggas inherit fear
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| You a broke-ass nigga with a broke-ass bitch, get the fuck away from the seal
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| Don’t even come near
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| One more step, trying to throw 'em out of here
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| Keep all the fuck shit to yourself, I seen that shit a mile away
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| Call up the opps, get my K
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| We’ll get this shit sold today
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| I’ma catch you down bad, broad day
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| Ain’t no acting, no Broadway
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| Posted up with the B’s in the trap all day
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| Pack stealing, Green Bay
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| Thirty-five hundred just for jeans, pussy, this ain’t no rivalry
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| Fucking that bitch like hobbies be but she still a side to me
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| TTB with loyalty, ain’t no switching sides on me
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| Gas on F but we rolling on E
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| Gas tank on F but we rolling on E |