| Young Low, this beat knock
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| Yeah
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| Too many diamonds on my neck, they gonna want us, baby
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| How you fuckin' with that nigga with no funds, baby?
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| Got hella shit and hella sticks and hella juns, baby
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| Countin' up these bands 'til a nigga got no thumbs, baby
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| That nigga say he ever stripped me, that is not facts
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| R.B.E. |
| bitch, and I’m the top hat
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| And once lil' brody hit your top, can’t get your top back
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| Strip you for your Glock, can’t get your Glock back
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| Them other niggas gon' go bad, but this is not that
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| Nigga, I just speak my mind, I do not rap
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| A nigga almost went broke, but I got back
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| How they slid? |
| You had a gun and you ain’t pop that?
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| I know I got your bitch addicted, but this is not crack
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| Hit him from a distance with this beam and watch him drop back
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| I’m a thug nigga, so I only fuck with thug niggas
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| If you ain’t put no body on that strap then I can’t fuck with ya
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| Gotta watch closely how I move, heard the feds on me
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| Probably woulda thought I was bool, all this red on me
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| I got all these blue bands, that was just some pants money |
| A band, that’s a slap a nigga with it in my hand money
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| You can ask the opps, they know how we comin'
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| Thirty in the Glock, I ain’t missin' nothin'
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| You know I got sticks in this bitch like I’m drummin'
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| Hit it from the front and put this dick up in her stomach
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| Nigga still hidin', nigga went runnin'
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| Young nigga grindin', turned nothin' into somethin'
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| Know I like a bad bitch, but I love a real woman
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| She hate it when I’m gone, but I gotta get this money
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| Fat chains on my neck, I got 'bout it
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| Sayin' I got hit, I am not 'bout it
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| In the Range, how I hit it make me all about it
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| Lil' nigga, come through in that whip and we gon' beat it up
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| Nigga want a hook for ten bands, that ain’t gon' be enough
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| Lil' bro, I’ll take that chain up off your neck, you better keep it tucked
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| You was makin' love to the bitch, I just beat it up
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| Uh, I’m a young nigga with a bankroll
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| Police on my line, I had to lay low
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| Ain’t no purple or no red, then I can’t pour
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| Had to put the cup down, I ain’t drunk so many Faygos
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| You know I got lawyers for that case 'til that case close |
| Glizzy hit lil' brody in his face, now his face gone
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| Nigga, why you cuffin' on that bitch? |
| You know that ain’t yours
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| Got some jewelers that’ll jewel me right now if I say so
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| Too many diamonds on my neck, they gonna want us, baby
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| How you fuckin' with that nigga with no funds, baby?
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| Got hella shit and hella sticks and hella juns, baby
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| Countin' up these bands 'til a nigga got no thumbs, baby
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| You can ask the opps, they know how we comin'
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| Thirty in the Glock, I ain’t missin' nothin'
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| You know I got sticks in this bitch like I’m drummin'
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| Hit it from the front and put this dick up in her stomach |