| If they tell me that I got one shot, I’m on go
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| I ain’t going out like no hoe and these niggas know
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| I’m goin' out with these riches and these bitches, know
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| I’m goin' out past that limit and my Glizzy blow
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| Started with a dream, I lost my brother, think about him daily
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| See the finish line in my eye, I pray to God I make it
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| My soul belongs to my family, I can’t let 'em take it
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| So if I live or die, just know forever we the greatest
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| Modifications on the engine, I’ma hit it
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| Even if it save or take my life yeah
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| I’ma go all out with the ones I came in with
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| Can’t tell if it’s wrong or right, or right (Right)
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| Bring 'em to the stand, have a shootout inside this club (Yeah)
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| I took too many Xans, I flipped this bitch who even mugged (Brrt)
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| She told me that she can’t fuck with me, I approached her like a thug (Huh)
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| Plus she prolly looked up in my face and seen I’m full of drugs (Yeah)
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| If they tell me that I got one shot, I’m on go
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| I ain’t going out like no hoe and these niggas know
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| I’m goin' out with these riches and these bitches, know
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| I’m goin' out past that limit and my Glizzy blow
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| If they tell me that I got one shot, I’m on go
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| I ain’t goin' out like no hoe and these niggas know
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| I’m goin' out with these riches and these bitches know
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| I’m goin' out past that limit and my Glizzy blow
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| Tell me how I lost it when I ain’t even found it yet
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| Try to ride my wave, wonderin' why they ain’t drownin' yet
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| Choppa make a sound effect, grrat, grrat
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| I come from Section 8, got eight hundred around my neck
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| Hellcat take me to the jet, bought foreign cars so I can flex
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| A simple text can end with sex, I’m tryna set the mood
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| My trackhawk run off racing fuel, I’m drivin' like a fool
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| They see my drip then hold they breath then dive in like a pool
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| If I got one shot then I’ma blow it (Blow it)
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| The want what I got, yeah, I’m knowin' (Yeah, I’m knowin')
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| Pull up in the drop while he snorin' (How he snorin')
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| And I got that thing on me (And I, and I)
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| And I hope that they don’t think wrong (Bah)
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| If they tell me that I got one shot, I’m on go
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| I ain’t going out like no hoe and these niggas know
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| I’m goin' out with these riches and these bitches, know
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| I’m goin' out past that limit and my Glizzy blow
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| If they tell me that I got one shot, I’m on go
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| I ain’t going out like no hoe and these niggas know
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| I’m goin' out with these riches and these bitches, know
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| I’m goin' out past that limit and my Glizzy blow
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| Hol' up, I just stepped out in Givenchy boots
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| I let my doors up, lil' cuz', you see that Draco in the coupe
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| Young nigga froze up, with a ho from out the state look like Maya Lou
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| I got the dough stuff, too many killers with me comin' through
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| Make me blow your ass, you try to act, I show your ass
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| And I won’t let you slide, you shouldn’t have tried, I get you smashed
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| And I been on the rise, I’m goin' too high, I don’t wanna crash
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| Bitch, look up in my eyes, I don’t give a fuck, I’m really that
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| Bring 'em to the stand, have a shootout inside this club
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| I took too many Xans, I flipped this bitch who even mugged
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| She told me that she can’t fuck with me, I approached her like a thug
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| Plus she prolly looked up in my face and seen I’m full of drugs
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| If they tell me that I got one shot, I’m on go
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| I ain’t going out like no hoe and these niggas know
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| I’m goin' out with these riches and these bitches, know
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| I’m goin' out past that limit and my Glizzy blow
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| If they tell me that I got one shot, I’m on go
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| I ain’t going out like no hoe and these niggas know
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| I’m goin' out with these riches and these bitches, know
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| I’m goin' out past that limit and my Glizzy blow
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| Hol' up |