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Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
4x4 my jeep we speed right past the police
Smoking them woods, yes I'm smoking them trees
We up in the Roc and we pushing them p's
I'm sending the navy, I'm sending a fleet
If you talking that shit we gon leave you deceased
Your bitch she know I'm a dog I'm a beast
I'm fucking your hoe got that bitch under sheets
Yeah
Got in my bag, now I be gone
If you be broke we can't get along
Don't hit my line unless it's about commas
Ain't with the foolery ain't with the drama
Stackin up bread like that shit be my job
Start when the sun is up, end when it's down
Hold up, you know I can't f*ck with you clowns
Talk on the net but in person, they silent
They don't want violence, they don't want smoke
I got all these mamis, I got all these hoes
She calling me daddy, she call me the goat
She up on my dick yeah she driving the boat
I be from the five but I'm driving a four
She f*ck with my jacket, she f*ck with my coat
Your bitch on my dick yeah she doing the most
You know I'm like Yao Ming I stay on the post
Got stripes like a tiger, that lil boy a fighter
He fought for a while, 'till his bitch ass got tired
I feel like Mike Meyers, I'm Hard to decipher
Can't f*ck with these rats they be talking thru wires
Don't play with them boys if you know you can't hang
Talkin relationships bitch we can't date
You say that you different but all y'all the same
Fitty8Five better not play with the gang

4x4 my jeep we speed right past the police
Smoking them woods, yes I'm smoking them trees
We up in the Roc and we pushing them p's
I'm sending the navy, I'm sending a fleet
If you talking that shit we gon leave you deceased
Your bitch she know I'm a dog I'm a beast
I'm fucking your hoe got that bitch under sheets
Yeah
4x4 my whip
Lil boy better be up on his shit
Cuz we run up your house
Yes we run up your crib
We taking your packs and we selling your bricks
We run up your money
We think that shit funny
I hit up your Mami
Put dick in her tummy
You talking that talk you get wrapped like a mummy
Don't play with my gang, yeah you know them boys scummy
Yeah
The king of my city, I'm feeling like diddy
These bitches f*ck with me, that drank I've been sipping
I'm feeling like Pippen, I stay on the low but my thirty-three hitting
Just know I ain't missing
Quit all that bitching, just get in position, the opps might be blitzing
I spot up my shooters them fingers be itching, we never be twitching
You cannot be switching, there ain't be no flipping
The haters be talking, can't see them like Stevie
They always be lurking and think that I'm greedy
But really they needy and really do need me
They just want to be me and see me on Tv
Diamonds on Fiji, they really on water
Walk on the scene and you know it's a slaughter
I fucked on your mami, then fucked on your daughter
Fitty8Five we the home of the artists

4x4 my jeep we speed right past the police
Smoking them woods, yes I'm smoking them trees
We up in the Roc and we pushing them p's
I'm sending the navy, I'm sending a fleet
If you talking that shit we gon leave you deceased
Your bitch she know I'm a dog I'm a beast
I'm fucking your hoe got that bitch under sheets

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