| Ayy, I’m in this bitch like
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| I’m, I’m rollin' up right now, you heard me?
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| (Hzrd went crazy on that motherfucker)
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| I smoke dope all day (I smoke strong, huh)
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| I got money, I got hundreds
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| I keep a pole on my waist
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| I go and dump it, I ain’t runnin', nah
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| In this bitch like I done gone mad
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| Smokin' on that strong pack
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| Look, you gon' get your dome snatched
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| You know that I’m on that
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| No, she cannot hit, might keep movin' her big booty ass
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| All in my crib like she wan' move in, must want me to smash
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| Hold on, hit the gates, broad day, time to smash, ah, ah
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| Take off his face, SRT, hit the gas
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| Gone, almost home now, they was on our ass
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| Never mind, I’m paranoid, know I do that bad
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| Light my Backwood up
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| I’m in the backwoods up in Utah smokin' Cali stuff
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| Come to the backwoods, you get hogtied, no playin' with us
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| Don’t care 'bout where I’m at long as I’m strapped, just know I’m comfortable
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| Tryna push your shit back, you gon' get clapped soon as you come for us
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| If I say step, then they gon' step on somethin'
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| I smoke dope all day (I smoke strong, huh)
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| I got money, I got hundreds
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| I keep a pole on my waist
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| I go and dump it, I ain’t runnin', nah
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| Back up in that Nawfside, city known as Jigga City
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| My people see me outside, four-deep in that Honda Civic
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| Try to speak, don’t even waste time 'cause they know right now I’m on business
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| Bought that stolo right from Mr. Ratchet
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| Broke with nothin' 'cause ain’t catch nothin' up in it, bah
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| Gotta catch my cut, but I got fifty grand y’all gon' split up
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| Oh I’ma get the nigga, whack his ass, make him bite the dust
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| You know I’m too official, been doin' this shit since the first bitch said it’s
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| up
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| I want them pallbearers and gravediggers, smoke opps, increase they health
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| I smoke dope all day (I smoke strong, huh)
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| I got money, I got hundreds
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| I keep a pole on my waist
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| I go and dump it, I ain’t runnin', nah
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| Bitch, it’s Big Lil Top in another car, I’m like ah
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| Go to him, be the hype, he ask me, «What's the type?» |
| and I’m like, «Wow»
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| Plenty racks, pit stop, hit the I, burn out tires
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| It go down, then you just drive
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| I’m out the roof lettin' off that fire
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| She one hundred, she get hired
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| Bitch, stack that money in a pile
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| Just walk around, let me smack your ass
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| Bitch, take control, don’t be a child
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| Hold on, Top say, «I want twenty hoes inside this house»
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| Steal out my place, we put twenty poles inside your mind
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| I smoke dope all day (I smoke strong, huh)
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| I got money, I got hundreds
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| I keep a pole on my waist
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| I go and dump it, I ain’t runnin', nah |