| Ayy, go, go, go, go
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| Can’t go to your hood, you a rat
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| Can’t go to your hood, you a rat
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| Can’t go to your hood, you a rat
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| Go, go, can’t go
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| Can’t go to your hood 'cause you know you a rat
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| Fuck with the opps, turn a rat to a pack
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| Glock automatic, that switch on the back
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| Can’t ride in the front, get in the back
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| Nigga be broke, I got the rack
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| Niggas sneak dissing, can’t hop on my track
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| Bump into a opp, that bitch running like track
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| Get your ass loafing, you getting your ass packed
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| Timo a rapper, nah, he ain’t like that
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| I send my shorty, come where you at
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| I put Lil Curryio on them, on a test
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| Don’t aim for no leg, knock off a neck
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| Aim for the head, aim for the back
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| He fucked up, why y’all doing him like that?
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| Gave her a Perc', she gave me a neck
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| Get rich or die trying, I need my respct
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| Opps ain’t on shit, ain’t no need for a vest
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| They trying book me, I need chck
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| You know we strikers, through the back
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| I keep a shooter, you will get wet
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| Bitch, you a just like a freshing
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| Boy, you a dyke, keep doing that lacking
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| No, I ain’t funny, don’t fuck with no rappers
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| She need a Grammy, that bitch keep acting, go, go
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| You put a stick in your Smith
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| Lil' boy, you will die with that bitch
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| Nigga run up on my shit, boy, you can have it
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| Just know you gon' die with that shit, ayy
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| You put a stick in your Smith
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| Lil' boy, you will die with that bitch
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| Nigga run up on my shit, know you can have it
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| Boy, you gon' die with that shit
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| Can’t do no features, leave me alone
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| Can’t fuck with no rappers, these niggas be clone
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| Run up ten off this phone
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| You thinking I’m lying, I can give you a
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| Don’t call me out, lil' nigga, I’m next
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| Took off his head, he was wearing a vest
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| He don’t diss fans, we go hard like
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| You come through on gang, we check you like chess
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| You think your bitch favorite, she blowing my dick
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| I’m in your crib and I got the stick
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| It’s hot on the block, we still taking risks
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| Watch out for the, we don’t fuck with the
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| My main be, I call her
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| Glock .23, we slide with the slatt
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| Your homie got caught, he got hit in his shit
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| Look at his pants, the Glock made him piss, ayy |