| On my life, when I up, he gon' freeze up
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| When it’s cold, I’ma stick with that heat tucked
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| It’s YBN, lil' nigga get your team up
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| Remember all the days I was broke, now my cheese up
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| Take a-take a L, bounce back on some new shit
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| Kick a door, bounce out with them blue strips
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| MAC-10 and it came with a tool kit
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| Nigga try me, on my life, I’ma use it
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| I’m a Up-Top Baby, give a fuck about a white scale
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| And I ain’t sugar-coatin' shit, this my lifestyle
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| Up the chop', let it blow at a big crowd
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| Now they see me on the news and they like, «wow»
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| Sike naw, let me chill, I’m a smooth nigga
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| But I still bounce out with that tool, nigga
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| You know I keep that rocket in my Trues, nigga
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| With YG, you be drippin' with them Ru' niggas
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| Real bad bitch and she suckin' on my dick
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| And you really think I’m trippin', if you think I eat the clit
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| Ayy, ayy, lil' nigga I’m the shit
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| What the fuck I look like tryna eat out a bitch? |
| Ayy
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| If my brother get to trippin', then I’m trippin' too
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| If my nigga say he slidin', then I’m slidin' too
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| Hit a block, double back, we done hit a few
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| Bullets hot so they can melt 'em like a fuckin' cube
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| Niggas know
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| If I up it, I’ma let that shit go
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| Bounce out with poles (bouncin' out, nigga)
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| If a nigga want smoke, he get smoked
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| Niggas know
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| If I up it, I’ma let that shit go (let it go, nigga)
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| Bounce out with poles (bouncin' out, nigga)
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| If a nigga want smoke, he get smoked
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| If I ever go broke, I’ma get it out your bitch
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| If I ever go down, guaranteed that won’t stick
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| Stitched lips, dumb clips, I’ll eat a lil' bitch
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| First off, free Yadda, Kirko Lan in this bitch
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| Shout out that nigga Mozzy, know I’m fuckin' with the gangland
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| Shooter gang, bitch, Deuce Jojo let that thing blast
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| Know that four ton fizzy left a nigga with a red tan
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| Hollow tips shootin' out the clip like he Plankton
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| Plankton, Plankton, Plankton
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| Big choppers, hella clips, knock a bitch down
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| Glizzy hella geekin' he rock out with them Glocks out
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| Nigga snitchin', he got popped right when we found out
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| New Rollie on my wrist, cop a chain in this bitch
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| Knock a bitch nigga down when I’m dumpin' the clip
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| Thuggin' hella extra, while a nigga up in that mix
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| And the turf never lackin', bitch you know I keep a stick
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| Never duckin' no smoke and I put that on the dead homies
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| Nigga run up, catch a shot with your main homie
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| Fruity lil' bitch and that bitch go insane on me
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| Better duck your taco when we slidin' in that Range, homie
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| On my life, on my mama I’ll bust that
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| When I get paid I bet I’ll cop that Cadillac
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| You niggas broke and you still shop at rent a sacks
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| And if I think you feelin' iggy I’ma push you back
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| Niggas know
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| If I up it, I’ma let that shit go
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| Bounce out with poles (bouncin' out, nigga)
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| If a nigga want smoke, he get smoked
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| Niggas know
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| If I up it, I’ma let that shit go
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| Bounce out with poles (bouncin' out, nigga)
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| If a nigga want smoke, he get smoked |