| Boy you’s a bitch and you know the shit
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| Somebody go check ‘em, I gotta split
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| How you gon' trip on another nigga
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| About a bitch who ain’t even your bitch
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| Why you ain’t flip on them other niggas?
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| Who took your shit, nigga you a bitch
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| Tryna get more niggas juice you up
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| That’s how I know you ain’t built for this
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| They asking questions, say what I’m doing
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| Don’t really know, they just know I’m doing it
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| They say that Skoob is a bad influence
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| They tryna say I’m a bad influence
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| Cigarillo please no Backwoods
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| Strapped like a sheriff, I’m that good
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| Say me and my bitch from a bad hood
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| Ran up the racks mean we back to it
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| You pussy niggas know that you ain’t street
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| We get it all on the front street
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| We get it all offa back streets
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| Real nigga know where them packs be
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| You tryna trip 'bout a dirty bitch
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| Let this shit fly like a dirty bird
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| The money it’s flowing like spoken word
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| My girl, they durty, they durty girls
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| I got this shit in, nigga work the work
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| You talking that shit, bitch you got some nerve
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| You niggas be snitching, you know I heard
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| Don’t let these fuck niggas know that I serve
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| You run with that ho and that pussy dirty
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| She sucked my dick and I gave her 30
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| That bummy bitch wasn’t even worth it
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| She said you broke but you always working
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| Always be working but still broke
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| Say you be selling your partner’s dope
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| I fuck your bitch and I copped the throat
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| Don’t call my phone ‘less a block or more
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| I’m a real trapper, my stock is stove
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| These broke ass rappers just mad and broke
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| I’mma pull up and I let it go
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| I got the kel-tec and it’s thirty loaded
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| You pussy niggas know that you ain’t street
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| We get it all on the front street
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| We get it all offa back streets
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| Real nigga know where them packs be
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| You tryna trip 'bout a dirty bitch
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| Let this shit fly like a dirty bird
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| The money it’s flowing like spoken word
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| My girl, they durty, they durty girls
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| I be the recipe to the streets
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| I’m sacking out like I’m KFC
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| Free 350, yeah he from the 3
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| Eastlake Zone 6 that where I be
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| RIP KP, got a sister named P
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| Got caught stealin' that mescaline, now my arm flooded wit a AP
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| Know these niggas hate me, cause these niggas ain’t me
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| Better keep it on the sidewalk nigga cause you niggas ain’t street
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| I keep a big bank roll, on a track with Bankroll
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| Trouble Trouble, B. Green, that’s a full two man team
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| You pussy niggas know that you ain’t street
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| We get it all on the front street
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| We get it all offa back streets
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| Real nigga know where them packs be
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| You tryna trip 'bout a dirty bitch
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| Let this shit fly like a dirty bird
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| The money it’s flowing like spoken word
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| My girl, they durty, they durty girls |