| Yeah, your enemies start to defend it now
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| Huh, I wouldn’t snitch, I never seen trial
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| Yeah, ran into that boy like, «Yeah, it’s been a while»
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| Uh, if I see him again then that gon' be the last time
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| 'Cause this .40 that I got, it go like, «Bow, bow»
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| Uh, these niggas my sons, then this a lost child
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| Think they lost they mind, they start tripping, let me find out
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| Ooh, 2018, bitch, I’m gripping at my cock now
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| Yeah we gripping, we
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| Lost souls wit' a pistol, we
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| Don’t forgive no enemy
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| Kel-Tec, oh that casualty
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| And I casually
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| Break down that grabba leaf
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| Smoking on your dead homies, smoking on that R.I.P., sad
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| R.I.P. |
| to peep, yeah
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| One foot in the street, yeah
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| Niggas shot at me, yeah
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| Over jealousy
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| Sad that all these bitch-ass niggas wanna ruin everything
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| How you trying to stunt show in that epic, I ain’t L.A. Ried
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| And your bitch ass epidemic, I got everything
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| Ooh, and my bitch is in her bed, her body heavenly
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| In that S.S. trying to get water like jetski
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| Nigga try to jump me, that chopper gonna help me
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| Yeah, your enemies start to defend it now
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| Huh, I wouldn’t snitch, I never seen trial
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| Yeah, ran into that boy like, «Yeah, it’s been a while»
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| Uh, if I see him again then that gon' be the last time
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| 'Cause this .40 that I got, it go like, «Bow, bow»
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| Uh, these niggas my sons, then this a lost child
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| Think they lost they mind, they start tripping, let me find out
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| Ooh, 2018, bitch, I’m gripping at my cock now
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| This is America
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| Choppers is for everyone
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| Choppers are for everyone, go get you one, go get you some
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| Me? |
| Got that extra one
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| 'Cause the pressure on
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| Yeah, even though I gotta carry I’m upper echelon
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| Yeah, they all thuggin', lookin' for 'em in that SLR
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| Yeah, and my ex is just a bitch just in case it was
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| Yeah, they on the street, told that truth in that paperwork
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| Yeah, that paper work, say no words, come up out a bird
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| Yeah, and I hold the grip 'cause it ain’t gon' hurt
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| And I got a hold of your bitch 'cause she a flirt
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| Better get a hold on your grip if I see you first
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| I’ma put a hole in you 'cause I’m feeling sinister
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| Yeah, your enemies start to defend it now
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| Huh, I wouldn’t snitch, I never seen trial
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| Yeah, ran into that boy like, «Yeah, it’s been a while»
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| Uh, if I see him again then that gon' be the last time
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| 'Cause this .40 that I got, it go like, «Bow, bow»
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| Uh, these niggas my sons, then this a lost child
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| Think they lost they mind, they start tripping, let me find out
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| Ooh, 2018, bitch, I’m gripping at my cock now |