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Yall know what the f*ck going on man, it's L6 in this bitch, if you broke then get rich
Uh, Yeah, we got all kind of shit, my lil' nigga got some party, get yo candle lit
Mm, Bitch, in all designer shit, just left the mall, got in the car with all kind of fits
Huh, What, we shooting at the whip, and if we hit em with this pump gon' watch his body flip

Gang, gang, and you ain't with the 6, we put em on to knock 'em off and leave him in the ditch
Slidin through this bitch like a coasta, stack this bread, put it up, then put on my loafers
She tried to set me up when I catch that bitch, I'mma toast her
Choppa heat em up, cook his ass like a roaster

And my opps be wit it  but I can't lose my composure
Would Smoke him in a pack, but pussy boy, I just sold ya
Loud pack made his lungs, sing out loud like some Oprah
Bitches sucking dick and drinking nut like it's mocha

And you be lucky if you catch me lackin in yo city
Can't use no bitch to set me up, don't care about no biddies
And I don't even trust them niggas, they ain't really with me
But grab the pills and drink, roll up a dank and we get litty

She said she love how I f*ck water, splashing on her kitty
Was in the street chasing a bag tryna, run me up 50
Could do it by myself, but I went and built a committee
Jus put the scope on the choppa, n now it's spitting pretty

Uh, Yeah, we got all kind of shit
My lil' nigga got some party, get yo candle lit
Mm, Bitch, in all designer shit
Just left them mall got in the car with all kind of fits

Huh, what, we shooting at the whip
And if we hit em with this pump, gon' watch his body flip
Gang, gang, and you ain't with the six
We put em on, to knock em off, an leave em  in the ditch

Get em gone type shit, write a song type shit
Police tried to raise up my bond, cause I'm a flight risk
Bitch, I'm running shit like the Don, not on no hype shit
Slim thick, white bitch, through the thong, she like dick

Run it up, slow em down, bitch, we smoking out the pound
Got lil' bro in the back with the choppa, he finna spit them rounds
Throw that money in the money pile, now that shit a mound
Roll it up, smoking loud, take a puff, blowing clouds

Uh, Yeah, we got all kind of shit
My lil' nigga got some party, get yo candle lit
Mm, Bitch, in all designer shit
Just left the mall, got in the car with all kind of fits

Huh, what, we shooting at the whip
And if we hit em with this pump, gon watch his body flip
Gang, gang, and you ain't with the six
We put em on to knock 'em off and leave him in the ditch

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