| Pull up in that mansion, I’m tryna fuck you and yo' friends
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| I know a lil' bitch that twerk and suck dick for them bands (For all them bands)
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| She ask me can I cuff her? |
| Lil' ho I can’t be your man
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| (Bankroll got it)
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| A hundred racks on my wrist lil' bitch, I’m a vigilante
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| He flexin' chains and all that ice and shit, I’ma get him in (Ayy, ayy, ayy,
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| ayy)
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| I’m outside with them naughty Crips, blowin' like a fan
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| Nigga play and I’m gon' kill his son, I’m with that extra shit
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| Bitch I know I get the coochie wet when I hop put the Benz
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| Still a janky-anky, I still blow up out that Benz (Brrra)
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| That nigga got erased, we sent that nigga to that man (Seny that nigga to that
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| man)
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| Hella Glocks when we slide, I shoot some shit, then I repent (I shoot some shit
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| then I repent)
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| A couple opp niggas died, they homie dead, they still ain’t spin (Still ain’t
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| spin)
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| When the lil' homies ride, they face shottin', hittin' niggas
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| I’m still ballin' like the Mavericks
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| These pussy niggas hatin', wanna put me in that casket
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| Four, five, bullets hit that nigga, like my niggas shootin' missiles (Brrra)
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| Every time I’m on the track, I’m always spittin' gas (I'm always spittin' gas)
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| Say if you really bangin' that, then we gon' smoke yo' ass (We gon' smoke yo'
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| ass)
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| (Get that nigga)
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| Follow niggas to the crib, now we got that big stash (Brrra)
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| I’m in that Bentley (Bitch), you still swervin' in that Pontiac (Pontiac)
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| This nigga get back
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| Hold my pants, steady saggin' 'cause this pistol in my pocket, nigga (Pistol in
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| my pocket)
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| It ain’t shit for me to grab the strap and really go and pop some niggas (Brrra)
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| Bitch I’m tryna be lowkey, I’m still puttin' niggas six deep
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| Pop a nigga, now he on that tee
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| When the enemy slide, I peep it
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| Bitch I wake up, get my dick sucked, then pass that ho to bro
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| No I’m not fucking with these bitches, do some shit in front of that ho
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| It’s high chances he might snitch on you
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| Bitch I’m really active, through the set, but I ain’t no big homie
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| (Bankroll)
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| Bitch I get it crackin', do yo' set when I call my lil' homies
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| Bitch I’m getting paid, that’s on the dead homies, you niggas not on shit
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| I could pull up my bitch and now she suckin' dick and doin' tricks
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| Keep that .40 on my hip, every time that lil' bitch do them splits
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| When they tried to hit my crib, I up that AK like I’m Gucci Mane
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| Pull up in that Range in all black, I bet I do my thang
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| That nigga hit that diddy bop, when them bullets hit him from close range
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| I see these niggas pussy, and how they playin', they need some Gatorade
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| I put the 'Cat in fourth, with hella slores and now they ridin' with me
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| Bitch we at the top, with all the mops, you know we pop niggas
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| Bitch you live under a rock, that’s on the set, if you ain’t heard 'bout me
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| My last name ain’t Cannon but I’m Nick so I be drummin'
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| They try to play me in that dice, I had to shoot him and his cousin
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| Pulled up on my friend, I might just fuck that nigga mother
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| Every time I hit these bitches, they always sayin' «I'm they hubby»
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| I ain’t playin' with these niggas, I up that blower, they actin' funny |