| Check out my swag, I’m shining, huh, cleaner than a motherfucker
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| Put some niggas up behind my name, then you gon' be another
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| Bitch, I’m out that North where ain’t no shame, he get stretched by his brother
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| Catch 'em out of bounds, we pluck 'em
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| Bitch, you must ain’t heard, it’s fuck it
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| In that Tesla like I’m Shawn Carter
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| When I’m shooting, just call me Vince
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| Slime say go, they tryna blitz
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| Up and shoot the bitch, then jump the fence
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| Show you how to dirty work 'em off the bench
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| Right inside the bricks where they gainin' sense
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| Youngin steady slidin' 'cause they got 'em bent
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| Long as he got his flag, Felipe can’t miss
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| Leave 'em with a scent, they gon' smell the odor
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| Spin up on his block, set serve your phone
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| Auntie say the jakes up on the corner
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| Tryna catch a cell, pull it right on him
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| Nigga playin', got the stick pulled on him, yeah
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| Fuck it, want that nigga head, leave that bitch for dead, hah
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| Bankrolls on all of us, Top say you can’t fuck with us
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| I ain’t flashing out 'cause I know you, bitch
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| I’ma show you, bitch, you know what’s up
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| Big Ford ride around in it, probably feel like a Tonka truck
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| Four-oh, fifty rounds in it, C4, I’m blowin' up
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| Put that cross between your eyes
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| Thug life, bitch, you a gangster
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| I can vouch that you got fired, huh
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| Your life in danger
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| You gon' spank somethin' to survive
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| Shit, what you rather?
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| To get blinded by these diamonds or with that iron, huh?
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| Bitch, tell me, I’m here
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| Bang out when I see him, send them bodies up
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| Bitch, I’m gangster of the year, fuck you talkin' 'bout?
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| Adrenaline runnin', I’m ready to kill him, don’t show no fear
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| And Baby Russia slangin' cutters when blood spill (Yeah)
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| Check out my swag, I’m shining, huh, cleaner than a motherfucker
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| Put some niggas up behind my name, then you gon' be another
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| Bitch, I’m out that North where ain’t no shame, he get stretched by his brother
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| Catch 'em out of bounds, we pluck 'em
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| Bitch, you must ain’t heard, it’s fuck it
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| In that Tesla like I’m Shawn Carter
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| When I’m shooting, just call me Vince
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| Slime say go, they tryna blitz
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| Up and shoot the bitch, then jump the fence
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| Show you how to dirty work 'em off the bench
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| Right inside the bricks where they gainin' sense
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| Youngin steady slidin' 'cause they got 'em bent
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| Long as he got his flag, Felipe can’t miss
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| I got that stepped-on like Ms. Gladys' son (Like I’m Baby, like I’m Baby, nigga)
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| Probably got a whip just sittin' on every block, they think I’m crazy, nigga
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| Fifty chains around my neck, makin' sure my son ain’t goin' through slavery,
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| nigga
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| Think I’ma stomp, then motherfuckin' send the payment, nigga
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| Hold 'em for ransom, bitch, we thuggin', they can’t tame us, nigga
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| Shawty talking like he know me, zip him, get a famous picture
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| Fuck it, ol' boy know he owe me
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| They talk, I get Lil Ben to peel 'em
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| Ascend or either you descending
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| Up top, you know that’s where I send 'em
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| Bitch, get down and lay down
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| I got millions, I’m the sickest villain
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| Preaching to the preacher about why you need to stop lyin' to these children
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| Tellin' 'em I got hatred for somebody so much I should imitate 'em
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| Watching Forensic Files all day tryna figure out how to get rid of 'em
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| Check out my swag, I’m shining, huh, cleaner than a motherfucker
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| Put some niggas up behind my name, then you gon' be another
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| Bitch, I’m out that North where ain’t no shame, he get stretched by his brother
|
| Catch 'em out of bounds, we pluck 'em
|
| Bitch, you must ain’t heard, it’s fuck it
|
| In that Tesla like I’m Shawn Carter
|
| When I’m shooting, just call me Vince
|
| Slime say go, they tryna blitz
|
| Up and shoot the bitch, then jump the fence
|
| Show you how to dirty work 'em off the bench
|
| Right inside the bricks where they gainin' sense
|
| Youngin steady slidin' 'cause they got 'em bent
|
| Long as he got his flag, Felipe can’t miss
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| Long as he got his flag, Felipe can’t miss
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| Youngin steady slidin' 'cause they got 'em bent
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| Right inside the bricks where they gainin' sense
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| Show you how to dirty work 'em off the bench
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| Slime say go, steady tryna blitz
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| Up and shoot the bitch, then jump the fence, yeah |