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Okay, I pull up and I, pull up and I
Then I pop me a perc, ay I pull up and I, pull up and I Let that Glock put in that work
Okay, I pull up to your town, pop me a perc
Let that Glock sing, yeah that bitch put in that work A couple bodies hit the ground, cause I pop first
So if you want the smoke
You might just end up in the dirt
You used to try to jump my homie
Take his everything, now we slump you over
Then take away your main boo thing
You see me and my squad roll up on you
That is a scary thing, if your brody keep talking
He gon' be the one you burying
It's a new day, the sun's shining bright
Outside is another nigga looking for a fight
I step in the club, fitted all ice
In there, another bitch thats tryna take a bite
I'm stopping, I'm rocking, I just keep rolling
All up in the hood we smoke, weed while strolling
Tryna ambush me, I ain't the one you trolling, why?
Cause my homies patrollin'
Talk to my brother, he just copped a new foreign
Straight outta Pluto so now he stay soaring
Got too much ice, like a waterfall I'm pouring
When I step outside, yeah, time to start ignoring
Drive like a criminal, crazy, with a warrant
I just ran off on the cops, so now it's a war and
You would not open up the door so we tore in, Mike Tyson lay him on the ground now he snoring
Money's on the top of the tree
That I'm trying to climb to
Rolley on my wrists is shining,
So I think it's time to
Time to go buy me some chrome
And roll a couple packs
So now I'm stomping on you now
Just like a running back
Tell him that I'm coming back
To steal me some racks
He talking that shit
Time to go get my motherfucking get back
Okay, I pull up to your town, pop me a perc
Let that Glock sing, yeah that bitch put in that work A couple bodies hit the ground, cause I pop first
So if you want the smoke
You might just end up in the dirt
You used to try to jump my homie
Take his everything, now we slump you over
Then take away your main boo thing
You see me and my squad roll up on you
That is a scary thing, if your brody keep talking
he gon' be the one you burying
Bumpin' loud music and I bet they gon' hear
Because when they hear my voice
It's like a blessing in they ear
Pulling up to my old town, yeah, the time of the year Shoot them goofy ass niggas
Used to fill me up with fear
Even through my highs and lows,
My mind been sticking to the dough
If you walk up in my crib and
You ain't got no chains to show
Then we say you tripping bro
Then kick your ass straight out the door
Betta stay up in your grove
Cause I ain't want you here no more
You say that I'm acting weird, but I'm straight bro Why trip about me when I'm doing ok though
You the one that saw your homies drop
Straight to the floor, now you know you need to Stay up in your own lane hoe
I heard another screaming, so I had to double back I swear to god, every last one of them got whacked
Nevermind, we saw a goofy nigga
Trying to crawl back, capped him in the head Outside the town somebody talking, so then I
Pull up to your town, pop me a perc
Let that Glock sing, yeah that bitch put in that work A couple bodies hit the ground, cause I pop first
So if you want the smoke
You might just end up in the dirt
You used to try to jump my homie
Take his everything, now we slump you over
Then take away your main boo thing
You see me and my squad roll up on you
That is a scary thing, if your brody keep talking
He gon' be the one you burying

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