| The realest trapper in it, let me talk to you for a minute
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| Ain’t a trap nigga, all I did was ever get it
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| Gold mode on, nigga, I was down to split it
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| If you ever cross me for it, nigga, you can get it
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| Damn, man I ride around with the heat on
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| My seat, nigga, and you can get it, nigga
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| But a 36 every day, wake up get my phone, call it, nigga catch that play
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| Damn, nigga hate to hear that, though
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| Hate to see you nigga get that money real for real, though
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| Pussy in the skies, all the fucking time, man, that pussy he despise
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| A real nigga 'cause I always try to get it, nigga
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| Came up on that corner, nigga, I was out to get it, nigga
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| You’s a hater, you’s a faker, you ain’t never tried, pussy nigga
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| Get your weight up
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| You can catch me in the hood riding around all day
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| Yeah, I got 'em good
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| Damn, post it in the yard
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| Wondering what they got
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| We still got the heart
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| Damn, nigga still selling gas, nigga
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| Still whoop your ass, still selling grass, nigga
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| Nigga, that’s that damn gas, nigga
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| OJ came near, 100,000 of them bads, nigga
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| Damn, better get up on your money shit
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| Better try to flip a couple bricks
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| If you ain’t hustling, you ain’t shit
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| Out of time I’mma get me rich
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| Damn, can’t be no sit around, nigga
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| I’d rather blow me a swisher
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| Fill it up with two grams, nigga smoke up on your ass
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| Ain’t no pussy nigga, scram
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| I’m on that lean promethazine codeine
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| Damn, and I always sell those fucking things
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| Square things, nigga, come up in a basket
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| Got this 40 on me, extend it and it’s blasting
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| Damn, you can end up in a casket
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| If you talk that bullshit, buddy I get passed you
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| Damn, that’s a 100 damn shot, nigga to your damn block
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| Nigga, make your heart stop, nigga
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| And I’m still on that real shit
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| Young Juiceman you can catch me in the field, bitch
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| The realest fucking trapper, the realest nigga you know
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| Busting bricks up out the wrapper |