| Huh
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| Man, fuck y’all nigga, haha, straight up
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| Fuck y’all nigga, huh
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| Won’t walk around with my head down, why?
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| I promise I’ma be the trillest one until I die
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| Fuck you niggas, bye, all I need is God
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| And it’s whatever bitch, and you can see in my eyes
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| I ride solo on a thing that be up in my ride
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| It’s my .45, watch it glide on the chrome tires
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| Smiling in my face and falling took my place
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| Backstabbers, hold up a minute, wait
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| And you probably got guns, probably got cake
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| But let me tell you something, fucking with me ain’t safe
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| Trust, I won’t play 'bout that, the gangster stuff, I stay 'bout that
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| No fiction here, I’m statin' facts and all I got to say 'bout that is
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| Smiling in my face, fuck y’all nigga
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| I know they wanna take my place
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| But I don’t say what up y’all niggas
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| 'Cause I don’t really trust y’all niggas
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| I’m feeling like, fuck y’all nigga (fuck y’all nigga)
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| Man, fuck y’all nigga (fuck y’all nigga, look, look)
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| Fuck you, fuck you with no rubber
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| Big long dick it’s been a long ass struggle
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| After all that hustling and all that trouble
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| After all those lawyers, we spent all that money
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| And we still all Gucci, yup, all of us
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| I got a lot of haters, long as my niggas love me
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| Judgement, hit Instagram and try and hurt ya boy
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| Fuck it, make sure you
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| I go purp bizzare, you know who I are
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| Quarter million dollar car, I am not a star
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| And that’s just how I feel, and you know what it is
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| I’ma tell you to your face when I’ll see you man
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| Smiling in my face, fuck y’all nigga
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| I know they wanna take my place
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| But I don’t say what up y’all niggas
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| 'Cause I don’t really trust y’all niggas
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| I’m feeling like, fuck y’all nigga (fuck y’all nigga)
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| Man, fuck y’all nigga (fuck y’all nigga, fuck, look)
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| Fuck y’all nigga
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| If the fed all talking to you then I might be
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| You ain’t gotta like me and you don’t want to fight me
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| But I don’t got too old for that
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| Disrespect me and I will knock you your soul for that
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| Hoes for that, throwing slams and be so good here like
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| Man, I put my thing up on your pearly whites
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| You heard this, you heard that, you probably heard like
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| A million things, you better make sure that you heard right
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| Like I’ma have a throne 'til I’m dead and gone
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| And my bread still on, God, you heard wrong
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| I’m still riding on chrome, get my swerve on
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| So get off my dick, bitch, and go play with your cell phone
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| Smiling in my face, fuck y’all nigga
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| I know they wanna take my place
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| But I don’t say what up y’all niggas
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| 'Cause I don’t really trust y’all niggas
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| I’m feeling like, fuck y’all nigga (fuck y’all nigga)
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| Man, fuck y’all nigga (fuck y’all nigga)
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| Fuck y’all nigga |