| Heard a knock knock on the door, Glock cocked by the floor
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| Pop shots if it’s war, blocks hot like a whore
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| Cops caught him before, not locked? |
| Buyin more?
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| Get lost pussy boy, this spot makin noise
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| Walked out to my car, they talk bout who we are
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| Watch out superstar, I came here to move the bar
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| Up down 94, towndown buyin bows, pump pounds by the load
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| Flood towns on the low, punch clowns if they owe
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| Einnie minni minny Moe, feedin fiends wit grimy flows
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| Achieve wit ease is all I know, we them G’s get money rolls
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| Feed me beats to feast on yo, need no sleep let’s get this dough
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| See me creep I eat the bold, livin fast n never slow
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| Might sound all for show, hoe we reap what we sow
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| Lights on no one’s home, in my mind I’m all alone
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| Fight time we can throw, right now toe to toe
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| Lifetimes come n go, live it up fuck minimal (Let's get it!)
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| Aye! |
| No runnin back nigga!
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| We got a strap nigga!
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| You want the money?
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| Pussy nigga lay it flat!
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| In the telly bumpin Makevelli, word to Amber Kelly
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| Fan of Belly, rollin hammer Phillies, couldn’t stand her really
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| Hammered feelings, smoked banana’s, illy, snow like Santa, chilly
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| Staggered really, pulled the cannon grill me?! |
| Drunk as Catfish Billy!
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| Shoot the clip, the oozi spit, he catch the fade, see boot to lip
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| You stupid shits confused and lit, I spew the fifth, he lose his lid!
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| Confuseus shit when Luscious spit, philosophy and music mixed
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| I spewed up hits, then blew a zip, orangutan to do the trick!
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| Recoup a bit and make the play
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| My homie Jake to bake the weight
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| The Oil’s cookin, tanks are placed
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| Then pack the carts and take the cake
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| I shake the Jakes and make escapes
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| Then rap about our major plays
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| I’ll case ya place then mace ya face
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| Bae hold me down like paper weights!
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| A pair of vets, hit Tarek’s vest?!
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| Put holes in you like clarinets!
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| I wear an S, embarrass sets!
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| Ya bars are boring, married sex!
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| I air the tech n drop the clip
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| I kick the door in, rob you bitch!
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| Ferrari drops from Papi’s lick
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| Then shoot you all for talkin shit… Like BITCH! |
| LUSS!
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| Dude fuck around, hoody on hoody off, you on the ground
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| Pop pop pop pop, big sound!
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| Watch out now nigga!
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| Figure the realest nigga alive, smoking weed while I drive
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| Get g’s all the time, I flip p’s on my life
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| I was running through the gold, I was running through the ice
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| 200K and independent nigga I’m just livin life!
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| Tell my wife, fuck a price! |
| Ima get her what you like!
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| When I’m cuttin up the pie, we gone split the biggest slice
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| Tell a hater he can slide and pay the price with his life
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| I started from a sixteenth but now it’s keys no white
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| When I switched to the weed it was green on sight!
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| Watched the homies waste time tryna blow they life
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| Had to step to the side cuz they ain’t peep my advice
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| I went MIA and not Miami Vice!
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| Everywhere I ever been to I got stripes!
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| And you can pay that price, but that price your life!
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| Everywhere I been to my nigga I got stripes!
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| You can pay that price, but that price your life!/ On me!
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| Bitch nigga bleed, you can’t see, I’m the one, nigga B to the B to the G
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| When I roll nigga, mother fuck you, fuck ya shows, fuck ya hoes, fuck ya dough,
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| fuck ya clothes!
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| I want ya life nigga! |
| I want ya life when I’m comin!
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| I want ya life nigga, fuck yo ice, you see this drum?
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| I want ya life nigga! |
| I get my own fuckin bag!
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| You niggas dead, RIP |