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Ayy, shoot a thou, bet a thou, don't think about it
Locked my homie up for Feeding his family, I'm sick about it
Niggas sanging outchea need some Grammys We see about you, up and at it getting that morning
Paper We read about you

Been tryna f*ck since high school This lil bitch still a capper I'm a die smoking
This Reefer countin this paper, ripping this plastic
Bending them corners, dipping in traffic Got it all on you, baby, my bad
My peace compliment my swag, yeah Lil bitch all in my bag

Shut the f*ck up and roll the dice G-Riding with me wrong or right
Nigga shoot a thou Nigga bet it twice
Drunk all my sprite and gave me head with ice
Drunk all my Act now she nodding off Call another Bitch to come and End my Night , I ain't worried about a nigga on my life , Ain't no more favors just up'd my price, yea

Durrty Kay with a Durrty Kay, electric tape around the .38
I smelled the pussy then heard the hate , jot that down then turn the page, na not right now I got moves to make
17.5 that's a juvi case balling like a hot boy need a project bitch 500 degrees how we move that weight I'm just saying

Ayy, shoot a thou, bet a thou, don't think about it
Locked my homie up for Feeding his family, I'm sick about it
Niggas sanging outchea need some Grammys We see about you, up and at it getting that morning
Paper We read about you

Extra extra, we all about it
All this weed all around me, big smoke
We want all the cancer, good drink, G bought all the fantas
Niggas swear that they can swim, I drowned out all the cappers
I'm the one who set the standards, I'm the one who wrote the ransom

Big Dog, hoppin' over fences east side
Poppin' off the wheelies north side, shoppin' center
At the bowling alley with the glizzy
I ain't average ya feel me , I might dab a bit ya feel me

All my bitches crazy, they might stab a bitch for real
This how I'm rollin' up, we 3 Deep when we strong enough
I'm dolo and I'm strong enough
They still ridin', and I'm wrong as f*ck

Word is bond , I got the golden gun
F*ck 911, got the 411, get the 223
Do a one-eight-seven with a Gucci scarf and a Rollie on

Ayy, shoot a thou, bet a thou, don't think about it
Locked my homie up for Feeding his family, I'm sick about it
Niggas sanging outchea need some Grammys We see about you, up and at it getting that morning
Paper We read about you
Ayy, shoot a thou, bet a thou, don't think about it
Locked my homie up for Feeding his family, I'm sick about it
Niggas sanging outchea need some Grammys We see about you, up and at it getting that morning
paper We read about you

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