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In the smoker section you know how we do it
Play by play real action why she acting stupid
Said U never why U cappin' put your back into it
Cue

to Paris
I'm ducking police like a terrorist
The XD had left him embarrassed
He spinning his fortune, size of a Ferris
Lil' bro hit stick, like he play for

on my way
Give me fuck, I'm still get a racks Back then I was broke, I was drippin' on racks
But now I'm up, I'm still get it back in I spend through bags

And it's Sunday morning
Lost a girl in Baltimore her brother up at Morgan
Talking to my Erica I tell her that that I'm mourning
I have been betrayed

They cookin' wit us so lil' Rick about to get the chewin'
Burnin' up in the sun so I stick to movin'
That's why ain't no one believe me when I tell em'

Stick-up gotta get the roni from the safe
Gotta get the roni gotta bounce
Gotta get the roni by the ounce
Yeah
That's pepperoni
Cowboy shit
Cowboy shit

gun bitch
need bullet quick
world still brazy 
Lord please save em
Prey for lil kids
Illuminate not near body
I know Jesus Christ got me
Pyramid eye

just for fun
Im her track star because i'm on the run
Shining bright like the phoenix sun
I got six jobs boi i get it done
Im a stick up kid boi i am

it time, I know my pain is just my
Weakness leaving the body, I been cleaning out my closet every week it’s a hobby
Why you think I’m always pulling up

clocks
Houston we're ready for lift off kopy
Stacks on me taller then Kristaps' body
Shit gettin' rowdy she know Ima pipe her
The stick in her box get her

up on the east side
Manors park hitting licks til the sunrise
Whack a nigga for his cheese I had to get mine
While niggas waiting on the next man

back, watch us fly by
I'm a gorilla, stone cold killer
Me and all my goons yeah we really with the shits
Call yo' bitch I'm pulling all up to her crib
Ask

that
Nigga only skill

Lie
Cheat
Kill
Steal

The only deal
A nigga get (Lil dawg)

Never grow up
To Be nothing (Real Spill)
Remember when
Momma said we

And ill take you up to the clouds clouds
We could just fly away and
Cruise somewhere where we are not found
And I feel like I found my way
By moving with

at the Hilton
I ain't got no children
So I'm at the beach
With all these women
Lord knows I'm speaking
I done found a lil honey
Been round the way
In Dubai where

niggas know I used to run, I might run in your door
I might run in with sticks, you niggas about to hit the floor
Murder business—if you with it gotta

Bitch I'm by myself
Yes I keep my Nina
Riding on a 4K you know that shit is going to teach them
All of my Niggas  pull up some with some stick and we

I had to borrow
But by tomorrow I would slide through and pay it back
I could never slack on borrowed packs from friends that always had my back
What

out is it still littering
Poor bum bound to be a rat look what he living in
I will never shoot the clouds up that's so belligerent
Is it really smoke

fucking on you
Let's have a lil conversation
To ease yo mind and yo frustration
I can give you good satisfaction
Fucking up yo hair and lashes
This real

dough
But you always in defense mode

Girl you need to play some defense that's yo man
Use that visa not that debit card
Lil baby stick to the plan
Then

up
Before you leave the house
Im tryna see me stacking cash
And exiting a rolls
In a number 23 jersey
Not a Derrick rose
Bad bitch by my side
Loving

beat me up
Outside of the mall
Because i stole some stuff
White man walk by but he aint say to much
Every time i try man its never enough
Thats why i

Let me just spark up this wood got yo bitch feeling good 
Cus i gave her some chump change
And you can get your whole crew hanged 
Just let my mood