| I get neck in the wind when the top is dropped
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| It get really windy when the top is dropped
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| Pull up on you like the block is hot
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| Had to take it easy, these flip flops just got
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| It get really windy when the tops is dropped, yeah
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| It get really windy when she get topless now
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| I just did some donuts in the Dunkin Donuts parking lot
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| Then I had to speed off, I watched the cops
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| Plane Jane, rollie blue, this will stick to me like glue
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| Bitch was actin' funny, I got rubber bands on floati
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| Bitches keep flat tummy probably
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| Can’t find nothin' to be mad about, I left with th FN out (Yeah)
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| Can’t find nothin' to be stressed about, new when the TEC is out (I'm 'bout to
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| gas this shit, yeah)
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| Came in this bitch strapped with an AK
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| Unemployed, but paid like Payday
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| See a pussy nigga, get 'em shut down, mayday
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| We ain’t at the range, so I’m finna spray, ayy
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| I hit a target and I’m 'bout to let it rip
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| I got unlimited rounds in this .40 clip
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| I pick up the shotty, I kick down the door and dip
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| And if he an opp, he get buried in fuckin' bricks
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| Told you Spider Gang a corporation
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| Tell a white bitch I want my reparation
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| Like a terrorist, I’m in the fuckin' station
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| Keep three guns, nigga, fuck fadin'
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| If you wanna fuck it, I’ma let that shit blast
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| Fuck all that internet shit, I want cash
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| We not finna talk unless you got a rack
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| Put that nigga flat on his back
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| overdose
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| by the boat load
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| I tried to box, but he is a no show
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| I kept the to the speed of a slowpoke
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| I’m in the function, I’m fuckin' a sober ho'
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| Why you playin' where you ain’t supposed to go?
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| I’m at the show 'cause of sensory overload
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| Rackin' that shit, miscontrollin' both the codes
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| Fuckin' that ho' Bruce Lee
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| You want a problem with Spider? |
| Come shoot me
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| Nine mill mansion in gun town
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| Fuckin' an old ass bitch 'til she come 'bout
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| Overdramatic, your life is a movie
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| it’s a rupee
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| Thinkin' you hard, but you’re soft like a sunflower
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| Made a close cut, now I’m lookin' like rush hour
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| Uh, uh (Yeah, yeah)
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| Uh, uh, uh, uh (Yeah)
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| Uh, uh (Let's go)
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| Uh, uh, uh, uh (Yeah, yeah)
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| (Uh)
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| I fuck that bitch, she a rate (I fuck that bitch)
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| Bitch, I jump off with no paint
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| I just walk in this bitch, I’m smokin' on stank (Yeah, yeah)
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| I got this dope in my lap
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| I’m fuckin' that bitch from the back
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| And then drop a blast
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| These niggas is
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| I’m ready to go in the plaque with no mask
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| And these niggas so pussy, I shoot at they ass
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| Then a pop on a record and I motherfuckin' dab
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| I just wanna get high, I don’t wanna rap
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| This choppa is bi, it shoot at your mama
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| And these niggas so pussy, they don’t want no problems
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| I just spit at these niggas with all of my mouth
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| I just piss on these niggas with all of my commas
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| I just fuck on these bitches with all of my gang
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| And these niggas be broke 'cause they doin' the same thing
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| I just walked in this bitch and I’m sparkin' on everything
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| I just walked in this bitch and I’m shootin' up everything
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| I’m smokin' this dope, it feel like I can air bend
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| These pussy ass niggas, some shit that I can’t stand
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| Ooh, ooh, breakin' that ho' on her back, I pop up
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| I pull up, I make 'em bloody
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| I got the dope in the blunt
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| I got a bird, that shit the size of my buzz
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| And I pull on her hair like a brush
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| These niggas be cap, how did I already won?
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| I guess shootin' this shit up just wasn’t enough
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| When there’s danger, just bring them Glocks out
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| I’m finna pop now
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| I’m on top now
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| Finna bring a mop, I’m Mr. shut your block down
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| Not enough gun sounds right next to playgrounds
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| Now that I’m up, I don’t play now
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| Have your bitch just lay down
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| Her pussy hurt when I slay it
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| Pole in my hand, I’ma bang it
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| Watch what you claimin'
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| I’m in the field, I get dangerous
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| I’m in the field, bitches already know what I’m slayin'
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| Out the window I start sparyin'
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| You don’t gotta talk, I already know why you hatin'
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| These bitches be basic, I hate it
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| My life contemplated
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| These pigs I be turnin' to bacon
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| The bullets is grazin' his top, why he had to start cavin'
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| I’m paintin' the picture with blood, no
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| (Hahaha, yeah, yeah)
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| Pussy we poppin' out
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| I got a pocket rocket missile launcher pistol with the magazine poppin' out
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| I bought a mansion the size of my high school, nigga, and I just might buy too,
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| uh
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| I’ll put a hole in your house with my Camry and turn a drive by to a drive-thru,
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| uh
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| I got a drum on the gun, it go dun-dun-dun-dun and it arrive in your mind too
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| When I pull out the P90 'cause niggas behind me they tryna find me
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| They might get they iron, it tryin' to light me up
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| Nigga, you likely to die, we up
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| If it’s me gettin' some money, then sign me up
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| Your bitch is suckin' my dick, she gon' dry me up
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| Dry- Dry me up
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| Dry- Dry me
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| If I gave you all my money, you would shit your pants |