| Ohh, Jony
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| Wyler got me goin' crazy
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| Mhmm
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| Ay, come here
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| Stepped in chingy, gang be with it
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| Get bruck up in jailhouse visits
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| V9 sickened, and wicked
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| I’ll fuck up man’s missus
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| For the gang, for the crew
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| I’ll pop up the cut like boo
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| See this wap, it’s insane
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| Slap on nine, go slap again
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| Hit man’s head, brain
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| I’ll fuck up man’s fade
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| See this shank, it’s cray
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| Bankai, my bae
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| Watch it do the splits on your mans
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| Get conned, feel like damn
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| Trip up, watch the mash go mad
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| If I lack I’ma do the dash
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| Pause, I come right back
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| Slap him and try ching man’s cap
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| I’m tapped 'cause I back my chat
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| How many man have I chinged?
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| Them man just chat
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| Only stabbing they do is on tracks
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| 9 gang full of savs
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| They see gang and dash, call 'em Flash
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| I just sing like Buju Banton
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| One shot to the chest, you’re done
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| Come, rev it up and just dump
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| Don’t be dumb
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| This guns dumber, it goes nuts
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| What’s the fuss?
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| Pull up, leave him red like a bus
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| I just sing like Buju Banton
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| One shot to the chest, you’re done
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| Come, rev it up and just dump
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| Don’t be dumb
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| This guns dumber, it goes nuts
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| What’s the fuss?
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| Pull up, leave him red like a bus
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| Runnin' man down, don’t fidget
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| Hit him, now he’s spinnin'
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| Who ain’t with it?
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| Sit down 'cause you must be kiddin'
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| Ching man down, I’m too vicious
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| Slap this wap like it’s bitchin'
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| How many man turned victim?
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| But do shit on the net, it’s wicked
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| I ain’t trippin
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| Get 'round, they’re tryna ching and whip it
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| Kick it, bill it
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| Delicious, television
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| Turn man off, television
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| Rinse it like, this shit
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| Main road, back road, there’s no difference
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| Still get man gone for the mission
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| How many man go swimmin'?
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| Get up and cancel their mission
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| Tapped out, a bunch of bitches
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| Tap this gun now he’s missin'
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| Shotgun kickin' and hissin'
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| It’s kissin' when I ping it
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| Who’s that slippin'?
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| Catch up and honour this drillin'
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| I just sing like Buju Banton
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| One shot to the chest, you’re done
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| Come, rev it up and just dump
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| Don’t be dumb
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| This guns dumber, it goes nuts
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| What’s the fuss?
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| Pull up, leave him red like a bus
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| I just sing like Buju Banton
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| One shot to the chest, you’re done
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| Come, rev it up and just dump
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| Don’t be dumb
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| This guns dumber, it goes nuts
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| What’s the fuss?
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| Pull up, leave him red like a bus
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| Ohh, Jony
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| Wyler got me goin' crazy |