| Talkin' about hits I could drop a hit and get you hit today
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| Yesterday I won’t on my shit but I’m on my shit today
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| Slap a 7 right on my back say I’m feeling like Vick today
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| They say it’s dog food in they hood well we gone blitz today
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| Hop out I’m gon' park the whip
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| If they move we sparking it
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| Broski be so chill he catch a body he a spark a spliff
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| I grew up 'round hot heads tryna burn a nigga just for talking shit
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| When we catch that nigga in person he be stuttering get to talking quick
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| I tell em' that talk cheap
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| Tell a bitch I don’t talk freak
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| Every time I talk she get to tweeting it’s like talk tweet
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| She like nigga you lied to fuck
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| Told her I just talk sweet
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| She gon' probably tell her bitch ass brother he don’t know we spark heat
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| I be chillin' I don’t spark beef
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| I be in my own zone and my whole gang be on defense
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| I got layers like the ozone
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| Gotta get past level one to get to level two
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| Trip, I pull the glick out
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| She asked me was I friendly
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| Got to the room I pull my dick out
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| And she dropped to my knees I got to thinking she got a big mouth
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| Said fuck it, put my dick up told that bitch this was a stick up
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| And if she think about moving then that lil' bitch gon' get hit up
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| Know where we at just come and get us
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| Ain’t nobody fucking with us
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| Talkin' about hits I could drop a hit and get you hit today
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| Yesterday I won’t on my shit but I’m on my shit today
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| Slap a 7 right on my back say I’m feeling like Vick today
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| They say it’s dog food in they hood well we gone blitz today
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| Hop out I’m gon' park the whip
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| If they move we sparking it
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| Broski be so chill he catch a body he a spark a spliff
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| I grew up 'round hot heads tryna burn a nigga just for talking shit
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| When we catch that nigga in person he be stuttering get to talking quick
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| Told em' I don’t talk to pigs
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| I don’t speak oink oink
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| Caught em' lackin' in the car
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| Knock em' off point point
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| Never thought my music be on TV this soon but I point choice
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| Bougie bitch I ask her what car she wanna ride she point Royce
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| Sicko I keep a glicko
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| Oh me oh my
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| He try it then he gone die
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| No excuse I wanna see em' fly
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| If it’s birds we gone get em' by
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| My right hand man say how I told em' to look at the sky
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| He said what nigga on a plane
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| Told em' just stick to mary jane
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| I got rid of all my problems I ain’t gotta deal with shit
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| If we leave his mama crying she just gotta deal with it
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| Sent a letter like you’ll be okay
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| Tryna hit her she be with Tae
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| And just because her ass fat don’t mean I’ll eat the cake
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| Talkin' about hits I could drop a hit and get you hit today
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| Yesterday I won’t on my shit but I’m on my shit today
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| Slap a 7 right on my back say I’m feeling like Vick today
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| They say it’s dog food in they hood well we gone blitz today
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| Hop out I’m gon' park the whip
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| If they move we sparking it
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| Broski be so chill he catch a body he a spark a spliff
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| I grew up 'round hot heads tryna burn a nigga just for talking shit
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| When we catch that nigga in person he be stuttering get to talking quick |