| Roll up that dope
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| I fuck with tre that’s that four
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| Can’t go like no hoes
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| My little niggas let it blow
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| I’m with my uncle in that kitchen
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| I was thirteen watching him water whip it
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| Birds in pots up in the kitchen
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| Birds in pots up in the kitchen
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| He hit that block and then he flipped it
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| Twenty thousand in that kitchen
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| I seen that as a youngin nigga
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| I seen that as a youngin nigga
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| Stashing bricks in the ceiling
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| Dope fiends itching to get a hit of it
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| But you can catch me on that 73 doe
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| Throwing five up to my people
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| Roll up that dope ya let’s smoke
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| My niggas trying to blow they gon' blow
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| We ain’t shooting on no corners run up close
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| So at your funeral your casket closed
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| Ya my niggas in the kitchen whipping up them things
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| Running through a check and now these niggas want to hang
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| If you disrespect then I put this tec to your brain
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| Then it’s back to the shit I do every damn day
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| 73 be the shit ya that’s chop squad
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| Pull up in that whip ya them foreign cars
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| Hold up, we done glo’d up and we poured up now we finna roll up |