| Ayy, I’m tryna block out the shade
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| I throw on Cartier frames, sip codeine get laid
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| I got some hoes in the telly, they all tryna fuck on the gang
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| They screamin' my name
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| I put the team on my back for the win, man, I’m feelin' like James
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| I’m talkin' 'bout Bronny
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| If we get hit at you know we got get back
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| And we do not stop until we catch a body
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| Ayy, ayy
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| I think I’m extra lit 'cause I’m paid
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| Ayy, ayy
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| Fuck around and just keep sayin' ayy
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| Gang, gang
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| I don’t know you if you ain’t the gang
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| Gang, gang
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| Everybody in my gang gon' bang
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| Ride through the city, I throw up my hoodie
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| Ain’t talkin' no Boogie but tell him come push me
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| Only a rookie but they see the way that I ball, they think I’m a bully
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| All of my bitches exotic, 'cause foreign, it’s borin'
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| She gon' let me play with the ushy
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| Come here and ush me
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| I put it all in her tummy
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| But she know what’s next
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| Hit the block drop the top and then roll off
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| Make that Glocky my motherfuckin' road dawg
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| I don’t wanna come kick it, don’t know y’all
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| I might pull up with '62 and blow y’all
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| Let off shots see we call that a roll call
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| He be sleep on the block make him dose off
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| Lamborghini, I’m takin' the doors off
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| Let my momma skirt off in that Rover
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| See we really took this from the floor up
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| Flow so sick, I ain’t talkin' no throw up
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| And I heard that they hatin' but so what?
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| This is straight out the mud, they don’t know us
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| For so long I was waitin' to blow up
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| Feel I ain’t get support from no one
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| From that jungle, bitch, that’s where I rose from
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| Only hang with them apes and them cobras
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| Grrt, bow, everybody been jackin' my style
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| Grrt, bow, everybody around me go wild
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| Grrt, bow, took some losses, ain’t throw in the towel
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| Grrt, bow
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| I’m tryna run it up, ain’t runnin' back to the past
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| Oh, you thought I was done? |
| Ayy, ayy, ayy
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| My lil' shawty got ass
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| And she get what she want, ayy, ayy, ayy
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| I made Birkin her bag
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| Nigga reach for my chain
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| I see you been watchin' me strange
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| Bitch, don’t make me mad
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| See 'em talk on the internet
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| Fuck your dead homie, I spoke it, ain’t takin' it back
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| Hit the block drop the top and then roll off
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| Make that Glocky my motherfuckin' road dawg
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| I don’t wanna come kick it, don’t know y’all
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| I might pull up with '62 and blow y’all
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| Let off shots see we call that a roll call
|
| He be sleep on the block make him dose off
|
| Lamborghini, I’m takin' the doors off
|
| Let my momma skirt off in that Rover
|
| See we really took this from the floor up
|
| Flow so sick, I ain’t talkin' no throw up
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| And I heard that they hatin' but so what?
|
| This is straight out the mud, they don’t know us
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| For so long I was waitin' to blow up
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| Feel I ain’t get support from no one
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| From that jungle, bitch, that’s where I rose from
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| Only hang with them apes and them cobras |