| Never ran from no nigga never fold on no bitch
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| Extendo in my pants now she bouncing on my clip
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| Bullets fly around we forgot to write a diss
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| Talked with all that shit chopper make your body flip
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| Hit the gas first she want cash give me ass first
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| Bitch my trap twerk juggin got the block jumpin off vert
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| Off earth catch a body drop em flip em like work
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| My tech work, jerk my trigga leave em with a red shirt
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| See the truth is I can’t really fuck with you niggas
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| See truth Is i can never trust none you niggas
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| See the truth is I can’t show no love to you niggas
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| See the truth is I might just point that gun at you nigga
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| See the truth is I fuck this shit up with my niggas
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| You know we ruthless my fingers just itching the trigger
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| You know we do this my whole gang we filed with gorillas
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| We pulling up we shoot this shit up till it’s thriller
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| Nigga try to rob me better have a AR
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| Tryna hit that race on me better have a Nascar
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| Baby 9 with that bean jawn might blast off
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| Never been a pussy pull up on you with that mask off
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| See the truth is I can’t really fuck with you niggas
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| See truth I can never trust none you niggas
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| See the truth is I can’t show no love to you niggas
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| See the truth is I might just point that gun at you niggas |