| I had to shake 'em off, shake them haters off of me
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| Diamonds in my smile, lil' bro, it cost to talk to me
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| They know to keep it lit, but I ain’t sippin' coffee
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| These labels crazy as hell, shit, I got what they offer me
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| My youngins wild as fuck, you move too quick, they might pop off
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| They say they on my head, I came through there with my top off
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| Forever on the meds, I told the doctor treat my cough
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| These lil' niggas Plankton, I think they tryna steal my sauce
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| Yeah, Mr. Put You On
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| I’m head honcho, turned up for my fam, yeah, Michael Corleone
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| Sip it 'til it’s gone, jewelry on, used to Barry Bonds
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| I put that on the guys, don’t fear a soul, but I’m in Fear of God
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| I find it odd she got a man, but wanna know my whereabouts
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| My nigga Trae say he poppin' out with slabs, thought this was my yay spot
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| Thick white bitch run up on me, shit feel like Baywatch
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| My advice to you fake-ass niggas, don’t quit your day job
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| You a goofy, so I sell you cut, these lil' niggas fake high
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| Fugazi chain with the watch to match, I’m surprised you ain’t break out
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| Lil' cuz cookin' shit, turn the streets to a steakhouse
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| It get tight, I get shiesty, cross a nigga like AI
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| I had to shake 'em off, shake them haters off of me
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| Diamonds in my smile, lil' bro, it cost to talk to me
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| They know to keep it lit, but I ain’t sippin' coffee
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| These labels crazy as hell, shit, I got what they offer me
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| My youngins wild as fuck, you move too quick, they might pop off
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| They say they on my head, I came through there with my top off
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| Forever on the meds, I told the doctor treat my cough
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| These lil' niggas Plankton, I think they tryna steal my sauce
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| When it come to money, bitch, I’m out the door
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| Talkin' chips without the store
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| Guarantee you get sick with this motion how they stop and go
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| Niggas I’m with known to clean
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| Sweep or either mop the floor
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| Pressure when I blow the game
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| Bitch, I’m tryna odd the score
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| You a lie, speakin' like I ain’t fly
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| 'Stead it’s out the sky
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| No supply
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| That was word to X, bitch, I’m ride or die
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| If I die, bury me inside Dubai
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| All my chains on, no tie
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| Have my ice stacked up high
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| All that fake shit be dry
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| Niggas say they love me, but I know they be fakin' daily
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| Probably hate me shinin', yeah, everything 'bout them be shady
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| Know my nigga stupid, yeah, everything 'bout him go crazy
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| Think they on Wockeisha how niggas sleepin' like they lazy
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| Yeah, guess that money callin'
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| Went and got me an eighteen-wheeler, that’s just for money haulin'
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| Any foreign I’m in turn killer, guaranteed that somethin' fallin'
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| Came with it, ain’t shit gettin' realer, see me on somethin' crawlin'
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| Focused, still, I’m tryna swerve
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| Trappin' like I’m tryna serve
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| Funny, niggas got the nerve
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| Plug, I can send a surge
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| Keep it fly without the birds
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| Pick a spot and I can splurge
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| Keep a mask like the purge
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| Know my chopper got the urge
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| I had to shake 'em off, shake them haters off of me
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| Diamonds in my smile, lil' bro, it cost to talk to me
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| They know to keep it lit, but I ain’t sippin' coffee
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| These labels crazy as hell, shit, I got what they offer me
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| My youngins wild as fuck, you move too quick, they might pop off
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| They say they on my head, I came through there with my top off
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| Forever on the meds, I told the doctor treat my cough
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| These lil' niggas Plankton, I think they tryna steal my sauce |