| This some gangster shit
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| Nigga before all the lights, cameras and action nigga
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| It was pitch black dark, niggas with ski masks
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| Niggas with choppers, don’t take one to the bottom of their shoes
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| Niggas who good, you know what time it is
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| Got to get my ass in, got to get my ass in
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| Got to get my, got to get my, got to get my hands in
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| Drop it off, drop it off, drop it off, drop it off
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| Drop it off, drop it off, drop it off, drop it off
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| Got to get my, got to get my, got to get my ass in
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| Got to get my ass in, got to get my ass in
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| Drop it off, drop it off, drop it off, drop it off
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| Drop it off, drop it off, drop it off, drop it off
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| Face down, nigga
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| Play if you want to homie
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| Strap in your face, bitch
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| Niggas know they don’t want it
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| No it ain’t no secret
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| Niggas coming to get it
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| Don’t be looking surprised
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| You know a nigga will get it
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| Niggas roll in their grave
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| No Memphis walk-ins like Brown
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| Niggas show us their work
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| And we laying that ass down
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| Hundred G’s are better
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| Niggas going to get hurt
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| Ten stacks in the morgue
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| Of niggas that get murked
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| Hiding in the bushes with choppers and all black
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| Fuck you in the house and that’s where they stash it
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| Damn, my home murked so I know it’s in here
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| And if I’m wrong bitch, I’ll make you wish it was here
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| Whoop his ass, Cut his head, do him bad with the pistols
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| Pull the trigger baby Mrs. gonna phone people
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| Niggas get money, working with the set
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| Know they business, when I hit the door they holla words back
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| Got to get my ass in, got to get my ass in
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| Got to get my, got to get my, got to get my ass in
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| Drop it off, drop it off, drop it off, drop it off
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| Drop it off, drop it off, drop it off, drop it off
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| Got to get my ass in, got to get my ass in
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| Got to get my, got to get my, got to get my ass in
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| Drop it off, drop it off, drop it off, drop it off
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| Drop it off, drop it off, drop it off, drop it off
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| I’m maxed out, got to get my ass in
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| Got to come up on a couple of stacks before the weekend
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| Load up my 45 ready to go on a mission
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| Trying to see which one of these suckers I can catch slippin'
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| Is it you, with the 22's, perfect for my deuce deuce
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| Drop it off, bitch before I put your life on snooze snooze
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| Tie your ass up to the bumper of my dark truck
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| Playing with the gas, it’s your ass on my hand bruh
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| Take me to your stash in the basement of your mommy’s house
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| Need to move fast before I blast, pistol in your mouth
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| Fucking with these bitches, and you know these hoes talk
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| Laughing, bragging about some shit that they feign that they saw
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| Overheard your conversation and they act like I ain’t listen much
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| Scope your ass out, caught you slipping while you pissing
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| No waiting on the pay day, flying on the get away
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| Get the units there and throw my hat away
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| Got to get my ass in, got to get my ass in
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| Got to get my, got to get my, got to get my ass in
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| Drop it off, drop it off, drop it off, drop it off
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| Drop it off, drop it off, drop it off, drop it off
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| Got to get my ass in, got to get my ass in
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| Got to get my, got to get my, got to get my ass in
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| Drop it off, drop it off, drop it off, drop it off
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| Drop it off, drop it off, drop it off, drop it off
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| Ride through the east side
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| Cash through my stumpy grounds
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| When street lights come on
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| Weak niggas don’t come around
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| 'Cause you niggas be robbing me
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| You don’t want no problems
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| When it’s going down, I’m the only one who can stop them
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| I call the shots, I’m a dawg, I don’t play at all
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| Knows where you’re from, who the boss
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| I’ma break them all
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| Situations get drastic about that paper dawg
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| Get a call, «I got your baby momma nigga pay the cost»
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| I keep a full clip that’ll wake you up
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| Hoe, I could get your main bitch to come and set you up
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| Niggas say they ain’t going, I’m like ok
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| I bet he changes tune with a 40 in his face
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| Catch a nigga slipping I’m going to take him off his feet
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| And I don’t mean no harm, but my people got to eat
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| That’s how it is, yea that’s how it’s got to be
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| Shit, it’s better you than me, drop it off nigga
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| Got to get my ass in, got to get my ass in
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| Got to get my, got to get my, got to get my ass in
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| Drop it off, drop it off, drop it off, drop it off
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| Drop it off, drop it off, drop it off, drop it off
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| Got to get my ass in, got to get my ass in
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| Got to get my, got to get my, got to get my ass in
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| Drop it off, drop it off, drop it off, drop it off
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| Drop it off, drop it off, drop it off, drop it off
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| So that’s how it’s going to be, huh?!
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| You want us to keep putting in work like it’s nothing?!
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| Well then so be it
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| I told y’all niggas yesterday, I’ma tell you to stop |