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up
They tryna stop us
Whip the work until it rock up
Then do a pop up
Get up out yo body leave yo mans like yo hand flat
I ain’t catch no body I

just like I'm cruising in the whip
And don't you play wit that boy 'cause his finger itchy, he gon' dump the clip
I got a few months 'till I graduate

out my hand
Err nigga round me BSG MG, or bang the fin
Ghost Glock 26 look at my gun, it don't een got no gen
Damn, that shit fucked up, my mama right
I

her man 
In love with cash 
Scratching my hands 
Feeling the money
I'm stuck to the bands 
So getting to cash 
It looks like a chance 
To get it all in

that's hot
I be runnin' on the beat while I'ma whip that pot
I be dealin' with the devil, tryna take my shot
If I fuckin' die tomorrow no one take my spot

the hand of a brotha 
Whenever he demanding the advancement of others//
In a land of lies and I been tryna find the truth 
Think of String Theory while I’m

stopping, no hollows big blast
We pull up and shatter his whip
Then we bash in his shit and we make his ass swallow that glass
I was confiding in you, put my

and she listen capiche
You gotta listen to the shit that I tell you
Listen to beat and it's time to familiar
I got a sword and a shield in my hand like I'm

it frenzy
Slide out in whips and it is a bentley these people is really not friendly
I fuck with bitches and she is a dime a 10 out of 10 cause she not

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someone hand me the blow torch
That coke for ya nose talk
Whip it
Sit on the stove top
I said I'm bound to blow - but not off blow
Because I know more
It's

niggas talk with ones
Stackin' chips, Harlem World lack no whips
I felt your pain bitch nigga shoot your brains
Four point six with MA$E that's four more

make that arse twerk
Weekends getting more than messy
Office days sending me berserk
Now I drive Italian whips like I'm Charles Leclerc
On a late night

Big Benz can’t find a place to park it
Gotta J in my hand and I spark it
No keys man I push just to start it (Skrr)
You a snitch but you claimin you

On the way to the whip
Got to the door when she came up quick
Batted her eyes and licked her lips
That's when this chick asked could she get in
For a trip

enough
You see these whips on my back
You see these scars on my feet and my hands
I been working all day in my shack
Mother fucker cut off my baby toe

make em not wanna spin back
Aye, duckin and dodgin the snakes and the rats
We aint duckin and dodgin no smoke, get you wacked
Got two hands on the drac,

drank
He never got stoned drunk, only most days
He usually woke up to some whip its and some yay
Then would make a few mistakes after workin’ all day

put a mic in my hands, prepare for disaster
Rolling with the mad men, talking stamina I'm the last man standing
Highest in the room, I may never stick

with his box /
We need to Switch whips before we get to the block /
Me !!!! I can Never beg friend with a opp /
But !!!! I at like everything is kl /
So

A walking old man taking big leaps
Blue skies a diamond and a land full of fig trees
Milk bag with the palm of my hand
Cold lunch mom’s sandwich with the mayo

child from the south side
Growing up got hard for me when my mom died
So stealing things in the streets it kept my hands tied
Was tryna get my ears wet

it's your birthday 
Shorty's in the mirror for appearance 
And it's clear you don't get it try fix don't simp tho
Keys to the whip imma dip when I'm sick

to the safe right now
Any complications 
Ima pistol whip yo wife
Right in the face right now
And don't think about 
Screaming for help 
'Cause we killing anyone