| I feel like I’m Justin Law in 2006
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| And these r6 dancing on my fucking hip it cost like 8 awps
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| And the way that I be toting on that strap, don’t make no sense
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| He a leaderboard nigga but be posted in small servers, ayy
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| It make no sense, yeah
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| It make no sense, uh
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| It make no sense, goddamn
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| Make no sense, yeah
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| Make no sense, nah-uh
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| Make no sense, ay-ay YoungBoy
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| Make no sense, nah
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| It make no sense, slime
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| I could hit it, I could whip it
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| I could bag it, I could stash it
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| I could trap out like a motherfucker
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| And you know me, bitch, I just bought another awp burner (awp burner)
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| I whip too hard, so I got Ike and Meech, got Tina Turner (whippin' hard)
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| It don’t make sense, I’m not alright, bitch, I’ll put you under
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| Ain’t cut too much, I got that shit that make them tweak, like damn
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| Can’t be online too much, the whole server know who I am (I am)
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| This shit ain’t sweet, who close to me, I see them hatin' like damn
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| All I know, get that money, still gon' be the one to slay 'em
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| Like nigga, uh
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| Nigga, nigga, bitch
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| Nigga, bow, with my longshot, fuck the jury
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| I feel like I’m Justin Law in 2006
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| And these r6 dancing on my fucking hip it cost like 8 awps
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| And the way that I be toting on that strap, don’t make no sense
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| He a leaderboard nigga but be posted in small servers, ayy
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| It make no sense, yeah
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| It make no sense, uh
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| It make no sense, goddamn
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| Make no sense, yeah
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| Make no sense, nah-uh
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| Make no sense, ay-ay YoungBoy
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| Make no sense, nah
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| It make no sense, slime
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| 4K Ey, BoB, I been that, bitch, you notice me
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| Tell them niggas I say fuck 'em
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| These hoes ain’t shit, they want my karambit, so I’ll never love 'em (Stupid
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| bitch)
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| I flash and beat a nigga ass with this fifty shot (Rapid)
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| On Discord, I could tell my youngin hit him with the cutter (Motherfuck a nigga)
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| That’s a bar, real nigga blessed him with that bar and he say yeah-eah
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| He out the Dust, you play, he shoot you in your face (Northside)
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| Bullets flying, back to back, bitch, when we ride
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| I’m banned, but it’s an issue, I’ll slide for a slide
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| Die today, bitch, they say four pussy niggas died 'fore I died, slime
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| I feel like I’m Justin Law in 2006
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| And these r6 dancing on my fucking hip it cost like 8 awps
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| And the way that I be toting on that strap, don’t make no sense
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| He a leaderboard nigga but be posted in small servers, ayy
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| It make no sense, yeah
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| It make no sense, uh
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| It make no sense, goddamn
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| Make no sense, yeah
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| Make no sense, nah-uh
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| Make no sense, ay-ay YoungBoy
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| Make no sense, nah
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| It make no sense, slime |