| We into it with the other side, I’ma slide, don’t care who dying, uh
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| He speak on my name, better tuck his chain 'cause my niggas ridin', yeah
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| Don’t lose your brain, we goin' insane, your family cryin', yeah
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| I come from nowhere, don’t go there, it get violent, yeah
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| I was walkin' on feet, now I’m straight to a jet, young nigga be flyin'
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| Don’t come on my side if you ain’t with it, young niggas be dyin'
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| And I know what they say about my side, but the other side lyin'
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| If they want our head, tell 'em we ain’t scared, tell 'em to try it, yeah
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| Fed baby, my granddaddy, he was so in love with them drugs, uh
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| Couldn’t do no show in my city right now, I ain’t get enough love, yeah
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| And it’s gon' be blood, if I say go, then nigga, it’s up, yeah
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| And you still can’t stop at no red lights, so don’t get stuck, uh
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| 40 on my side, I’ma rock that bitch like it’s a beeper, uh
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| I don’t believe nothin', so you gotta make me a believer, uh
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| When it’s time to slide, it’s like I don’t miss, I’m an overachiever, yeah
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| Faceshot right in the head, you gon' be dead when I see you
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| Like Fantasia, when I see you, I wouldn’t wan' be you
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| Them boys pussy, they see-through
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| Hit the block, make a movie like Regal
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| My daddy played Beanie Sigel
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| I’m a thug, bitch, I ain’t evil
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| We into it with the other side, I’ma slide, don’t care who dying, uh
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| He speak on my name, better tuck his chain 'cause my niggas ridin', yeah
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| Don’t lose your brain, we goin' insane, your family cryin', yeah
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| I come from nowhere, don’t go there, it get violent, yeah
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| I was walkin' on feet, now I’m straight to a jet, young nigga be flyin'
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| Don’t come on my side if you ain’t with it, young niggas be dyin'
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| And I know what they say about my side, but the other side lyin'
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| If they want our head, tell 'em we ain’t scared, tell 'em to try it, yeah
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| Hood nigga with a bag, I’m tryna be rich, I ain’t worried 'bout nobody
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| Pay a nigga to do it, I wish I would, I’ll catch my own body
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| I don’t go outside 'cause I see death, so I’m a homebody
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| Might get some pussy from my ex or one of these hoes probably
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| Other side got beef with theyself, I ain’t worried 'bout nada, yeah
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| I just copped Givenchy and Louis and Fendi, might throw on some Prada, yeah
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| Still’ll step on a nigga in one of these big Balenciagas, yeah
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| We’ll take his brain, like 2016, we screamin' yaga, yeah
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| Oh, we screamin' yaha
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| My opps bitches, they oppers
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| We’ll send that boy to the doctors
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| See red whenever I sock you
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| That 40 sing like an opera
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| He dead, that’s how we stopped him
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| Want his head, so we gon' drop him, oh
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| We into it with the other side, I’ma slide, don’t care who dying, uh
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| He speak on my name, better tuck his chain 'cause my niggas ridin', yeah
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| Don’t lose your brain, we goin' insane, your family cryin', yeah
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| I come from nowhere, don’t go there, it get violent, yeah
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| I was walkin' on feet, now I’m straight to a jet, young nigga be flyin'
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| Don’t come on my side if you ain’t with it, young niggas be dyin'
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| And I know what they say about my side, but the other side lyin'
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| If they want our head, tell 'em we ain’t scared, tell 'em to try it |