| That’s that shit in me
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| Niggas hated on the low, they ain’t no friend to me
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| Uh-uh, friend to me
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| Ace Bankz on the track
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| Yeah, that’s that shit in me
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| They been hatin', uh, you ain’t no friend to me
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| You ain’t talkin' money, boy, you ain’t no kin to me
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| No, ayy
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| Ace Bankz, turn up
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| Whoa, yeah, that’s that shit in me
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| Niggas hated from the jump, they ain’t no friend to me
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| You ain’t talkin' money, I don’t like your energy
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| If the window not tinted, don’t mean I rented it
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| Huh? |
| Yeah, I’m just tryna make a way
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| Free Zito, I just hope he beat that case
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| Money don’t make you real, don’t have me put you in your place
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| Pull up with that glizzy, put that bitch up to your face
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| (Ace Bankz on the track)
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| Ayy, I hope my niggas beat that case
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| Yeah I hope they see the streets one day
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| Pull up on the opps and leave 'em DOA
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| I got my chips on Frito-Lay, gold check at KOD
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| Gets 'em 'bout a hundred feet, should call the centipede
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| Pull up or blow up, bitch, I ain’t got time for renegades
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| Mixin' molly with my Minute Maid, ayy |
| Somebody just spiked my lemonade
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| You ain’t no kin to me, can’t eat off my dinner plate
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| I ain’t with romancing, bitch, this ain’t no dinner date
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| You gon' put them high heels on and hit the interstate
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| Man them packs have been up late, they got some with dealer plates
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| Whoa, yeah, that’s that shit in me
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| Niggas hated from the jump, they ain’t no friend to me
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| You ain’t talkin' money, I don’t like your energy
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| If the window not tinted, don’t mean I rented it
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| Huh? |
| Yeah, I’m just tryna make a way
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| Free Slime, I just hope he beat that case
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| Money don’t make you real, don’t have me put you in your place
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| Pull up with that glizzy, put that bitch up to your face
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| (Ace Bankz on the track) |