| Huh?
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| Brrrrat-bow-bow-bow
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| Huh?
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| Ayy, bitch
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| Spin the block, hit the block, then I double back
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| Niggas usin' pocket rockets, but we over that
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| That chopper kick is knockin' off your fitted cap
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| We carry pipes, fuck typin', we ain’t into that
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| Real niggas on that nigga, where that nigga at?
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| Put some strips on that nigga, bring that nigga back
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| Pass the blower to my brother, get a nigga clapped
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| Chopper bullets hit your body like they Warren Sapp
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| Chopper hit your body, make you do the Hammer dance
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| Add them numbers up, gon' weigh the dope like we the muffin man
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| I got ammunition for them bitches I’m not rockin' with
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| Say you want that smoke, I got that glow, I used to fuck with Xans
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| Came up passin' bitches like a gun, smokin' Cali though
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| Asian Doll the realist, bitch, we can’t forget lil' Cuban though
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| Niggas wanna fuck us, but together we expensive, ho
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| Double stacks, countin' racks, reckless, pop up at your show
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| Spin the block, hit the block, then I double back
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| Niggas usin' pocket rockets, but we over that
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| That chopper kick is knockin' off your fitted cap
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| We carry pipes, fuck typin', we ain’t into that
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| Real niggas on that nigga, where that nigga at?
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| Put some strips on that nigga, bring that nigga back
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| Pass the blower to my brother, get a nigga clapped
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| Chopper bullets hit your body like they Warren Sapp
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| Bitches never 'bout the action, don’t get into that
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| And if that bitch was talkin' down, we gon' get her back
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| Ridin' with my Asian like we Haitian, we don’t know how to act
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| Bitches see us, fall back, they just mad the Doll’s back
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| Hundred bands on that boy, he a bitch now
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| YBN gang shit, kick that bitch out
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| Bitches must have thought it was a drought, but we rich now
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| Got my niggas ridin' with them .30s and them dicks out
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| Spin the block, hit the block, then I double back
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| Niggas usin' pocket rockets, but we over that
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| That chopper kick is knockin' off your fitted cap
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| We carry pipes, fuck typin', we ain’t into that
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| Real niggas on that nigga, where that nigga at?
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| Put some strips on that nigga, bring that nigga back
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| Pass the blower to my brother, get a nigga clapped
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| Chopper bullets hit your body like they Warren Sapp
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| Clap a nigga just for talkin' on that slick shit
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| Drive by a lil' nigga, get your whip flipped
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| I ain’t duckin' no smoke when I’m in the mix
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| 'Cause when the funk in my turf, I be shootin' shit
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| Bitches get to tweakin' and lil' Asian get to whackin' shit
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| Cuban got the .40, turn your nigga into cannabis
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| Body on the blower, bet my niggas finna vanish it
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| Nigga run up 30 shots and nah they can’t handle it
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| Spin the block, hit the block, then I double back
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| Niggas usin' pocket rockets, but we over that
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| That chopper kick is knockin' off your fitted cap
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| We carry pipes, fuck typin', we ain’t into that
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| Real niggas on that nigga, where that nigga at?
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| Put some strips on that nigga, bring that nigga back
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| Pass the blower to my brother, get a nigga clapped
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| Chopper bullets hit your body like they Warren Sapp
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| Spin the block, hit the block, then I double back
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| Niggas usin' pocket rockets, but we over that
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| That chopper kick is knockin' off your fitted cap
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| We carry pipes, fuck typin', we ain’t into that
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| Real niggas on that nigga, where that nigga at?
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| Put some strips on that nigga, bring that nigga back
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| Pass the blower to my brother, get a nigga clapped
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| Chopper bullets hit your body like they Warren Sapp |