| Dirty mud, pour my Sprite up, yeah
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| Niggas mad I’m so piped up, whoa
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| Don’t know what these niggas want from me, yeah
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| Don’t know what these niggas want from me, nah
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| Why are you pressed?
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| I tried to connect the blocks just like Tetris, ooh
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| Stomping 'em out in Giuseppes, yeah
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| Nigga, you better do better
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| Yeah, I’m in Boston I’m ballin' like Celtics, uh
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| Yeah, I’m in Boston, I sell it, ooh
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| Wrapping it up and I mail it
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| Try to finesse me, the fuck is you kidding? |
| Ooh
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| Niggas out here blowin' Benjis, I know
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| I seen that shit just like way back before
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| Look at lil' mama like, «Hhow did you know? |
| How did you know?»
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| Niggas, they tried to come run up my woadie
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| No paper plane but you know I’ma fold 'em
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| I’m a real nigga, I know paper soldiers, not a free soldier
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| I be in the hood with the biggest of homies
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| Cappin' the K, bitch, I’m feelin' like Tony
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| Feelin' real lonely
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| Niggas, they really be thinking they know me
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| I’m not for the phony
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| I see it like ocean
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| I’m with the dope in the boat and I’m floating so leave me alone
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| Never did I needed help, not your own
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| Never did I feel like I don’t belong
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| Bitch, I been on my own
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| Been smoking strong
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| Tell these niggas chill, ooh
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| As I grip onto my steel, ooh
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| These niggas in their emotions, ooh
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| Four Xans, stressed out and I feel it, ooh
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| Maybe because I’m up in the morning
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| Pouring a four out the sealing, yeah
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| Yeah, I whip dope but if I see 12 like a banana I’m peeling, yeah
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| I can’t tell you why these niggas mad at all
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| Sneak dissin', why they do that at all, hahaha
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| Don’t know what these niggas want from me, yeah
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| Don’t know what these niggas want from me, yeah
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| Don’t know what these niggas want from me, okay, okay
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| I go for it, won’t get a pump from me, okay, okay
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| Catch a contact won’t get this blunt from me
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| Hey, think I got you, she wanna jump for me, okay, okay
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| I just left China off that plane feel like a new guy
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| Mavado special, bitch Jamaican ah di rude boy
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| I’m still finessing on detective in this move, boy
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| I’m intercepting, them all checking, ayy, ayy, ayy
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| She spell bossyy with one Y, I told miss new-new skate, skate
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| Got me off Xanax and fucked me, bitch, you know that’s date rape
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| Copper stowin' sharp ass hooks but I’m not fish that take bait
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| Ran off with his pack, he thinking UPS a day late
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| Tryna leave with her but I’m looking for that other bitch
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| Lied and said I’m Xannin' when she see me, she thought I’d forget
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| Your lil' bitch is feeling herself, she feeling on my hollow tip
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| Ayy, dash boys, Vlone, last out, yeah
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| Dirty mud pour my Sprite up, yeah
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| Niggas mad I’m so piped up, whoa
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| Don’t know what these niggas want from me, yeah
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| Don’t know what these niggas want from me, nah |