| I know this shit get kinda crazy
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| When you be out in the streets
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| I used to roll strap with the Glock in my lap
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| Homies in the wheel with the seats leaned back
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| I reminisce on the good times
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| I reminisce on the bad
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| I used to roll through like I ran that shit
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| See my name now I home that bitch
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| Talking rubers ducking troopers
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| Run around with shooters
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| Homicide on them shooters
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| Stuff a OG in the hookahs
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| Niggas slanging bitches hanging
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| Trickers banging getting Louis in the ruber
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| Younger niggas with the cougars
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| I let her go to the head like go down but slow down
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| Brand new bust then I send her right back in the Uber
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| Back to party eating fry calamari little reese and bob marley
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| Vroom vroom on the holly, mommy’s a rider
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| She pull up A&G Im in the Aston right beside her
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| You’s a sucker nigga, keep quiet I let em holla
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| My boy ride shotgun with a chopper and revolver
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| Ready rock prada anything to get a dollar
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| Nigga yellow caution tape crime no white collar
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| Fuck em all, standing tall just like towers
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| Got the power nigga long as money hit the block cowards (Motherfuckers)
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| Hennessy, twisting and reminiscing
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| Rock the mic too when C had me on the mission
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| Was a late night run around with Beenie
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| All through the city dark shotties and barcelonie
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| Had my toothpick, young and fly on that cool shit
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| Knew it wouldn’t be long before trip
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| Blakka, blakka nigga wipe that chrome down
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| It’s all good nigga cause my big bro home now
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| In the trenches where they stick syringes
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| Coppers can we hop the fences boy this shit is illest
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| Take a scoobie, smoke a reggie and roll a doobie
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| Now as a silent make a movie with your favorite groupie
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| Tell her pay selling pays, heller haze
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| Step out the cleaners take a chalk its teller may
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| We live it up, champagne we sip it up
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| Hey nigga from we hit em up get your bitches plucked
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| Used to hit the block young then I started slangin in that motherfucker
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| (ooh I got that roll)
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| Shotgun with a drum hanging from that motherfucker
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| (Ooh we all get plugged)
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| Waiting for my big br to max out, smoke till we pass out
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| Drinking till the song go host what they ask out
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| Hit em then we mash out
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| Nigga we don’t love em
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| We just take em to the telie then we fuck em
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| All of em it’s all down |