| Hook
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| Streets on fire
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| Streets goin' crazy
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| All real niggas
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| First name base
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| All real bitches
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| White cocaine
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| Kill all witnesses
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| Feel no pain
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| Trel’s verse:
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| 25 to life, I hope I’ll never see it
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| Seen the killer lose his life, I hope I’ll never be him
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| Bitches on my line, I hope they let us jam
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| Cause if they ain’t tryna fuck, we ain’t tryna see 'em
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| Ballin' once again, droppin' out the car see him
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| You know my swag’s copper dean, and you don’t know how it feels to be him
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| I don’t really see 'em, I just see 'em in my DM
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| All it took is one call, from the morning to the pim
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| Streets goin' crazy, the beef is goin' maj'
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| These hoes ain’t loyal, and the niggas been snakes
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| It’s just me and gang, just us and Ben Franklin
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| And the label still callin', and the bitches still waitin'
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| Yowda’s verse:
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| My shawty was no good for me
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| Had to leave her in the past, now she history
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| I’m countin' up this cash, this shit ain’t new to me
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| My niggas with the shits, we with the foolery
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| Shooters on shooters, who I roll with
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| Most of this niggas on hoe shit
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| I’m on my shit I be focused
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| Might fuck your bitch in a Focus
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| Free all my people like Moses
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| This Glock it don’t come with no holster
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| I pull up and hop out the roaster
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| I’m taking whatever like vultures
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| Back when I was in the A I got my gang with me
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| Just steppin' and steppin', walkin' on all this jewelry
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| All this shit you talkin' don’t mean shit to me
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| Put your hands up on me, got this Glock on me
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| P Wild’s verse:
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| Just got a package, anything was pure
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| Last week the streets was sick, this week they got the cure
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| 24 it’s forgiatos, on a foreign whip
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| I came in by myself, but I slid off with your bitch
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| My money is up because of the hate, drop to the 4 then I run back an 8
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| I stay motivated because of the hate, you niggas want beef I’m servin' them
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| steaks
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| Pop me a zan, I done pop me a perc
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| I done scratched my whip twice, dosin' off the syrup
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| I can’t find my phone, I’m searching for my wallet
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| I’m lookin' for my keys, but my pistol in my pocket
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| She say she fucked me twice, but I don’t remember once
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| She say she wanna see me cum, I told her bring money and trunks |