| Ua bros on a beat
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| We gon save them streets, we got em, got em
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| Ua got em, tricky got em, can’t say shit bout me
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| Bitch
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| Was, am, will be always true, you call me g
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| Still hating on me, putting blame on me
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| Bitch, bitch
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| Jumping outta coupe, you jump on a d
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| Thank you may be free, yeah bitch you are free
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| Tricky, tricky
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| Riding for all of his peeps, hoe
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| Tricky, tricky
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| Riding for all of his peeps, hoe
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| Block, blocka
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| Ballin' so hard when I’m taking that ball
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| I’m taking my time, then I’m grabbing that all
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| Look at my wrist when I’m reaching my goal
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| Follow thru' shit when I’m swishing dat ball
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| Fuck it up (x6)
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| Ukraine in this B
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| You’re Never gon' fuck it up
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| «Bro, your my bro, come on let’s get it»
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| Said slimeball and left the building
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| I step out the crib
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| And make my shit popin
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| Don’t hang whit no rats
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| That just not how I’m rocking
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| Full of design
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| You now homie popin
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| Fuckin' your bitch and she don’t wanna stop
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| UA got rich of the vatos
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| In the hood man ride around whit choppa
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| My gang whit me
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| Fell like el chapo
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| Most of you rappers is not hard
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| Rolling in back in the car
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| Rolling in back in the car
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| I really don’t have a heart
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| I really don’t have a heart
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| Some of my my homies still rob
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| Doing the job
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| On the block
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| Some of my homies still rob
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| Sending 'em hoes on a block
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| I step out the crib
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| And make my shit popin
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| Don’t hang whit no rats
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| That just not how I’m rocking
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| Full of design
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| You now homie popin
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| Fuckin your bitch and she don’t wanna stop
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| UA trapin whit huncho
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| Sipping moxito and smokin on dope
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| Fuckin your bitch and she bringing me doe
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| She ain’t bringing me money
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| I kick down the hoe
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| She ain’t bringing me bags man
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| She gotta roll
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| It trap man 24/7 still go
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| Gang gang whit me
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| You now how we roll
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| Salut to my brother
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| That sending them hoes
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| I step out the crib
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| And make my shit popin
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| Don’t hang whit no rats
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| That just not how I’m rocking
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| Full of design
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| You now homie popin
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| Fuckin your bitch and she don’t wanna stop
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| Mane we came from the lutck
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| It was hard
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| Shoutout to my brotha
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| He put me on bars
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| He show me hot to rap
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| He show me how be hard
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| Sometimes it was hard
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| But we made it too far
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| We made too far
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| Sometimes it was hard but we made it too far bitch ouuu |