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Ride with a stick in the car, if we catching the opps , I'mma let his shit here ride
You know I just copped me a half and this shit here exotic
This gon' leave a nigga fried

I got these killers around me, they toting them switches, them bullets hit them niggas, die
On my hip know I'm totin' that fire
Don't slip, put a nigga in the sky
Man, I can't even trick, said I really be high

I was broke as shit, now I'm really the guy
Many niggas be soft and sweet like pie
She give me that throat, then go bye-bye
I just want the Mu, la-la-la

Can't hear what you sayin', blah-blah-blah
I got two brothers with me
And we got four hoes
One gotta go

Out the freakin' door
Pick and choose , aye let's roll
Stick and move, aye let's go
This nigga want smoke, tell him drop the lo

Try to buck the jack , nigga, I'ma blow
Im with my brother, we smokin' exotic
Im with my brother, we smokin' anxiety
Pull up on me, then you know I'ma pop it

I got these racks, In my motherfuckin' pocket
No, I don't start shit, my nigga, I stop it
Hold up, let me switch it up
Look, ayy

Hold up, you don't, hold up, you don't, look
Hold up, you don't got no gun, huh
You better run, huh
Nigga got no funds

You go stupid, I go dumb
I might spend shit with this drum
Exotic  pack up in my lungs
All these niggas really bums

When I was down, they ain't give me a crumb
I stay on go, I'm never done
Huh, nigga, I feel like the don
My shooters front line, just like a pawn

Young nigga with motion, you know what I'm on
I'm trippin', I don't even pick up the phone
I'm different, this nigga copy like Klon
Sippin', I got your hoe and she tipsy

Scraping the pots up right in the kitchen
Look how I move, I kept the attention
Niggas be weird and really be sissy
Know that this drum hold a 50

Sippin' that drink and it mess up your kidney
Shawty be trippin', I'm not tryna kick it
No, I'm not tryna kick shit
I get my brother to pack and he flip it

I know those shits, it's hittin'
Hold up, let me switch it up
Look, hey
Hold up, you don't

Hold up, you don't, look
Hold up, you don't got no gun
You better run
Nigga got no funds

You go stupid, I go dumb
I might spend shit with this drums
Exotic  pack up in my lungs
All these niggas really bums

When I was down, they ain't give me a crumb
I stay on go, I'm never done
Nigga, I feel like the don
My shooters front line, just like a pawn

Young nigga with motion, you know what I'm on
I'm trippin', I don't even pick up the phone
I'm different, these niggas copy like clones
I'm sipping ', I got your hoe and she tipsy

Scraping the pots up right in the kitchen
Look how I move, I kept the attention
Niggas be weird and really be sissy
Know that this drum hold a 50

Sippin' that drink and it mess up your kidney
Shawty be trippin', I'm not tryna kick it
No, I'm not tryna kick shit
I give my brother the pack and he flip it

I know those shits, it's hittin'

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