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Gucci, yeah
Count up the bank and I'm ready to roll
Try and rob me and get hit wit a pole
My money got tall lets save some for the lawyer
You get too close

off from my parents not many people hit my line
Only person that I had just stuck his dick inside my wife

I'm still up in here
I'm hanging by a thread

laid, bitch
She suck me way too good
I finna bust on her like first aid
First mixtape on Soundcloud, got hella hit's
First album got paid that nigga

Nigga, you just seen how
Fat guys don't get burnt, guys
Uh, yeah
Why you send a motherfuckin' mob, nigga

I feel like you playin' by my paper
I might

dead, aye
Hide in your room, your lil sister gon catch this red eye
And you know that your girlfriend still be on my line, aye
Said I'm deep-fried but her

got no one, then go have some fun by yourself
But whatever you do, don't let the door knob hit you on the way out

[Chamillionaire]
Niggaz was throwing

Pushing up on a treat
Somewhere in south Cobb
Coming from the east side
By the babies that rob
Tryna flex for a freak
Wit a kiddy on God
Wet wet wet
Like

Whenever I get stressed out, all I do is drink
Bottle after bottle got me leanin' by the sink
And I ain't about to slow down anytime soon
I drink

How can I switch on gang
No I can't switch on the gang
Bro steady rocking that flame
You could get hit in your brain
How jacking this shit lil nigga I

a yacht
Last nigga tried to rob, shit didn't get solve, shit got hot
Caught his ass in the city had Big Folks hit him on his grandma block
I dont know these

I hit the tennis court
Just to show 'em love
Uh-huh
I used to rap at after parties and lunch
And over tracks they would play on 106.1
Well uh-huh

call Tyrone
Hit the road Jack
Don't come back I do it on my own
Not gonna get a record deal by giving niggas done
Won't taste it lick it spread it
Fuck

cloud
I was 16 knowing I was (Facts)
And I get canceled every day but
I'm still gon' hit the charts (Why)

The armor of God on me
They say they gon' slide

Pull out the lil tec then I take you for ransom
You got that smoke well I got that bitch to
My bullets be sticking they hitting like glue
Throwing these

somethin' up
By the time I hit Chick Chicken (yeah)
In my black Ralph tracky, got my flicky on my waist
Call my shots, and my little fuckin' phone here

sharks
Boy I grew up by the lake
43rd that's right off state
We was out here on the trey
I went to hell n back
Twenty-three & one and three hot treys
Now

the rules
Total my hits and it prove
Gaining I rarely do lose
Bless me and all of my crew, that's the way AMG move
Cardio dips in the pool
Cardio strokes in

the nonsense switch hit no homo
Lil nigga wanted nothing more
Than to come home with a trophy
After winning the car show
Not too many managed to avoid

It's the speed tablets
Up scorchin' in Hellfire, aura fryin'
The scenе is mortifyin', horrors
Dyin', portals widen
In my crib on some Coraline shit
Rob

bless John.V.R and all them gangstas out in LES (Whoa)
If you try to cause us harm, these bullets won't come with regrets
I hope you get hit by a car

cousin a rob em' just because it is what it is
Losing hope all he got is sticky syrup, pills to cope his life's a joke
When he get hurt he sedated in his

weed spots, the two hot Glocks
HAH, that's how I got the weed spot
I shot dread in the head
Took the bread and the lamb spread
Lil' Gotti got the shotty

like, "You lost son, think of the cost of being a moron"
But how is it they side by side in the morning?

Opposites attract
Opposites attract
Opposites

with these sticks
But I ain't 'round no barbers
If the plug taxing, I'ma rob him
Fuck a counteroffer bitch head so good
I made her stay an hour longer