| Who fuckin' with me? |
| I can’t recollect
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| SKSs with the bassinet, have respect even after death (Doot, doot, doot, doot,
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| doot, doot, doot, doot)
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| Sell a thousand wholes, then we bag the rest
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| Who trap the best? |
| MAC and TEC, big one (Brr, brr)
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| Come fuck with me, bitch, your baby daddy ain’t richer
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| Used to sleep on them cots every night, I remember (Ah)
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| Shot a bag, get a vent 'cause it’s cold in the winter ('Cause it’s cold in the
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| winter)
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| Pissed in your cup, put glass in your dinner (Ah)
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| Keep the ski mask with me, fuck around, hit the big one
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| Balenciagas got me six feet (Six feet)
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| But my ID say I’m only 5'10″ (Only 5'10″)
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| Might sell a hundred bricks this week (This week)
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| Next year, I’mma go and buy the Bisons (Ah)
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| Pitch in all ninth innings, keep the coupe untinted
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| Might see ya bitch in it (Ah), you see the neck kitted
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| Might shoot off the trunk, motherfucker, I did it (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom,
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| boom, boom, boom, boom, doot, doot, doot, doot)
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| Niagara Café with the bicken, nigga (Bicken, nigga)
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| Money on your head, I pay the ticket, nigga (Pay the ticket, nigga)
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| You ain’t never sold soap before, new Pelayo on the wall
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| Took the razor to a sword fight and then became the lord (Ah)
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| Got the Lamborghini two-door and the four-door (Skrt)
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| Might kick in your door, mix and matchin' Dior
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| Givenchy’s with the sharks, lil' nigga, I’m Jaws (Ah)
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| Stash crack in the jar, .44 when it’s war (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
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| Look at the titties on the stick, fuck around, get your brains gone (Boom, boom,
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| boom, brr)
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| «The best there is, the best there was, and the best there ever will be» |