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Uh, uh, yeah, yeah, uh, uh
All the shit we did, and my lil' bro
He still on go he tryna spin again, think he a hoe
You just don't know that boy gon' split a wig
And you know this shit get ugly cut throat
Them boys knock off his dreads
He like, f*ck it paint the city red, yeah, yeah

Walk him down I been tryna send that lil' bitch up
F*ck tryna talk it out I just made him give his blinky up
Move wrong we walk you down, shit like music to my ears
Don't you love how that big choppa sound
Niggas mean mug, tryna look tough, pull them pistols out now

I'm on two drugs and that drink, nigga, I ain't worried bout no bitch
Turn my song on , and her ass shakin', I ain't even have to talk my shit
Niggas out here claimin' bodies, like they out here sendin' hits
We gon' do that boy like Madden, get the drop and send a blitz, damn

Aw, man, I just fucked another nigga bitch
I been tryna get rich, or die tryin'
Feel like I'm 50 Cent
You the type of nigga to ask for somethin
And they ain't even hit the lick
Niggas out here broke they penny pinch
If I go broke, I'm takin' niggas shit yeah

And that Draco got a kick
Niggas out here claimin' that's on shooters, but he missed
We gon' go suit up and wet that block and leave it drenched, yeah
I just told that hoe , don't hit my phone, I'm with my bitch

All the shit we did and my lil' bro,
He still on go, he tryna spin again think he a hoe,
You just don't know that boy gon' split a wig
And you know this shit get ugly, cutthroat Them boys knock off ya dreads, he like, f*ck it
Paint the city red, yeah, yeah, walk him down

I been tryna send that lil' bitch up, f*ck tryna talk it out
I just made him give his blicky up, move around, we walk you down
Shit like Music to my ears, don't you love how that big choppa sound
Niggas mean mug, tryna look tough, pull them pistols out now

I been chasin' after cheese, play with me, gon' D.I.E
I need the whole thing, if I don't get that back end, I'ma leave
And I'm not pushin' up nowhere, if I can't bring that blick on me
I been the one, pour up a deuce, and I'ma hit that hoe by three

We don't get no f*ck bout you, or who you think you're supposed to be
I just pulled up with your boo, she tryna rip me out my jeans
I can't never be a fool, just told that hoe to keep shit P
That bankroll all blue, nigga thought I was a crip from what he see

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