| Ooh, said I made y’all
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| So how could I be mad that I ain’t y’all?
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| Same reason why I hate y’all
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| Hop up in this Rari then I race off, ayy
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| Do the dash in this racecar
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| Got the Pistol Pete on me, is this a face off? |
| Ayy
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| Better say your damn grace dog
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| Blind in reality just like you’re Ray Charles
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| Ayy, I don’t want no more pressure
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| No, I don’t want no more pressure
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| No, I don’t want no more pressure
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| Ahh, don’t want no more pressure
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| Ahh, don’t want no more pressure
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| Ahh, don’t want no more pressure, ahh
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| Ayy, fuck your bitch and hit my fucking dab
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| Ayy, choppers by my side, you know it clap
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| Like your bitch ass, big bag
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| Big cash, and I tote a big gat
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| Aftermath, I’m just dressed in all black
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| Got the black mask
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| I’ll pull it out the motherfucking black bag
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| Ooh, yeah, and drop your ass
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| Bang bang, lil nigga you left in the past
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| Ooh, ayy, son these niggas, I’m your dad
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| Big racks on my body, baby got this cash
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| Pray these goofy niggas really goin' out sad
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| Give these pussy niggas hell like I’m Johnny Gat, ooh
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| Swear I want no pressure
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| No, swear I want no pressure
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| No, swear I want no pressure
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| No, swear I want no pressure
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| No, swear I want no pressure
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| No, swear I want no pressure
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| No, swear I want no pressure
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| Ooh, ayy, ooh, are you niggas really from the field?
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| Or are you niggas really from the hills?
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| I got a mob of niggas coming by the mills
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| They’ll shoot your ass down boy from 1400 kills, for real
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| I’m tryna find your fuckin chill
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| I’m off this Actavis, I’m tryna pop a seal
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| I don’t do Xannies baby, no, don’t do no pills
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| I’m just smokin on dope, baby
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| Just thumbin' through the mills, so ill |