| Yeah, pullin' up to a nigga block with the Draco
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| Shoot it to his fuckin' face close so the case closed
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| Smokin' gas, feel like Cheech &Chong (Cheech)
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| Yeah, and I’m having racks, boy, I feel just like Big Meech, yeah
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| Took your ho to church, told that ho to preach
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| Ain’t authorized to search, so it’s fuck the police
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| Yeah, they know I keep the narcotics, bitch, we hard-body
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| Sawed-off shotty turn you to a port-a-potty
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| Boy, I thought your mama told you stay up out the streets
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| He ain’t never seen a ghost 'til we wrap him in the sheets
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| Big Balencis on my feet, we gon' beat him 'til he leak
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| We roll like tires in the streets, my bitch a vegan but I want beef
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| Hey, I’m on beans, I can’t sleep (Sleep)
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| Hey, in the cut, your ho gon' cheat (Cheat)
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| Hey, leave him deceased like he Gleesh (Gleesh)
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| Hey, got my name tatted on them cheeks (Cheeks)
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| Hey, thought I told you that the shots get fired
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| Put some money on his head, leave him dead alive
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| Pistols pop, we don’t stay at no shop, yeah
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| My brand new Rolex in the Chrome Hearts wallet, yeah
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| Pullin' up to a nigga block with the Draco
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| Shoot it to his fuckin' face close so the case closed
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| Smokin' gas, feel like Cheech &Chong (Cheech)
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| Yeah, and I’m having racks, boy, I feel just like Big Meech, yeah
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| Took your ho to church, told that ho to preach
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| Ain’t authorized to search, so it’s fuck the police
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| Yeah, they know I keep the narcotics, bitch, we hard-body
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| Sawed-off shotty turn you to a port-a-potty |