| We been pushing the foreign, touring, my nigga we up
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| We been checking the scoreboard, my nigga we up
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| Got this kush in the foreign, pourin' and rollin' weed up
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| Out here screaming free my niggas till my niggas freed up
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| We been pushing the foreigns, touring, my nigga we up
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| We been checking the scoreboard, my nigga we up
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| Got this this kush in the foreign car, now roll the weed up
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| I done heard the shit they talking all before, I know I know I know
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| That’s what they all say, that’s what they all say
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| All my niggas ride foreigns, that’s what they all say
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| I got bad bitches calling, that’s what they all say
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| Every nigga with me balling, that’s what they all say
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| I need Off-Spray on my line, probably got bugs on my phone
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| On my off day I got more haters tryna toss something at my dome
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| Let your broad play with these jawbreakers, she scoring while you at home
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| Whips in all flavors, we ball players, no roof cover my dome
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| Burn them C notes, change the weight by the keyroll
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| Homies behind the G wall, hold your head up, I see y’all
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| Niggas know I be on top of money, letting that dough pile right on
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| Catch the wrong vibe and them boys crowding right outside of your home
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| On my ten toes, my eyes wide, my trap house all lop sided
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| Shoutout my connect, and my phone stored this wifi
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| From G5 to that money, chuck a peace sign at your honey
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| Fuck the award shows and your talk shows, them streets always gone love me
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| We been pushing the foreign, touring, my nigga we up
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| We been checking the scoreboard, my nigga we up
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| Got this kush in the foreign, pourin' and rollin' weed up
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| Out here screaming free my niggas till my niggas freed up
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| We been pushing the foreigns, touring, my nigga we up
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| We been checking the scoreboard, my nigga we up
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| Got this this kush in the foreign car, now roll the weed up
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| I done heard the shit they talking all before, I know I know I know
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| That’s what they all say, that’s what they all say
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| All my niggas ride foreigns, that’s what they all say
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| I got bad bitches calling, that’s what they all say
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| Every nigga with me balling, that’s what they all say
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| From that milk crate and that corner store, and that small chicken lo-mein
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| All my shooters good from that outside, my friends' shots gone rang
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| I got four hoes, they mouths wide, tryna drop my Balmain’s
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| Caught you hopping out that cop ride, you probably dropped four names
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| Kept that work on me, I jam like that trunk with four 12s
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| I can’t hold hands, no grown man, you gone grind yourself
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| I be throwing bands at hoes dancing, my right or to my left
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| Live that rock life, that spotlight, don’t shine as bright as my bezel
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| Smoking, drinking, party, shawty hit this Marley
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| Blew a nigga brains out, then she get the charges
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| Ever sober hardly, just that type of party
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| I won’t put your name on, but I use a sharpie
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| We been pushing the foreign, touring, my nigga we up
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| We been checking the scoreboard, my nigga we up
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| Got this kush in the foreign, pourin' and rollin' weed up
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| Out here screaming free my niggas till my niggas freed up
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| We been pushing the foreigns, touring, my nigga we up
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| We been checking the scoreboard, my nigga we up
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| Got this this kush in the foreign car, now roll the weed up
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| I done heard the shit they talking all before, I know I know I know
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| That’s what they all say, that’s what they all say
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| All my niggas ride foreigns, that’s what they all say
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| I got bad bitches calling, that’s what they all say
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| Every nigga with me balling, that’s what they all say |