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Don't Hit my phone askin where yo hoe at
She just my crib, guts to tagged tagged
Run my sack up quick den blow dat
Bitch I'm running shit like 4 flat

If I hit it she gone come back for more 100 bands lay it flat on the floor 
When you up you can do what you want 
She say she ready to go
She say she

then you gon' feel it 
It's no lie 
Why lie 
My dick ain't transportation, you can't ride 
My style too solid , my nigga you can't bite 
Your smart phone

to keep a big glock
Heard ya pockets fat
My glock that lypo
Life line went flat
Lit up by the light pole
Watch all the reachin
Might Snatch yo soul
Death

brotha I got him
Me and Flat came up different I had to stop blaming Khylon
Now we all solid
Been tha goat niggas actin' like they got Alzheimer's
Since

of slick
Now you're probably in calls just skimping for Nick
In your dreams all you think you wish you were thick
Wish you weren't a cutting board
Flat your

I Just came from her flat 
I don’t even where I’m at 
Hit the dash then I put it the Nav
Would hit her back but she putting in a nap
Never give

titties 
She already had a fatty and a flat stomach (hah)
This shit is easy as a free throw, sellin' Ps whole 
I don't bag nothin' (I don't bag nothin')

Surround yaself with the only people ya love
Real one's to be exact
It ain't to many solid niggahz left
So appreciate the one's in ya company
Facts

some shit them niggas won't remember
Sticc to the goal and know your purpose have your own agenda
But keep it solid cause them summers turn the coldest

got me flying
Like 80 HD flat screens
Tripping on some lean
I guess you could say 
I am keen and mean
Like any another fiend
Just wanna be me
Diamond in

it than I cop it
Double up for the profit, straight facts no cap I been solid
Got mad the way she gave my address so I switched stylist
Was heated

to the Jakes
I can tell you bout racks, how to get a nigga clapped
4-4 out the 4-door, he ran a 4-flat
Caught his dumb ass with a stray, he won't get his dog

up they run cuz' they know for a fact I be totting my strap
They gotta choose either the streets or do track, there's no way a gangsta' could do 4 flat

these nigga 'round me cause they really ain't gone blast
Cause when some shit hit the fan these niggas running four flats
And I'm the only niggas bussing,

My father's time is not the truly time
He’s just a running truck through the wild
Till he comes home
Moonlight shine is flat as a knife
Through

I got cape flat shooters named Luigi
Cpt we booling but I'm straight up outta PG
G12 we moving gotta fill up by the BP
Vele retswa gole ye re gotse

flat (your flat)
Still havin' federal nightmares, different how reality, no yap on me
I don't need no nigga to vouch for me
Already locked up, the FBI

Recipe

Young Jeezy

Trap or Die 3

2016

these streets just like wifi
Keep one eye off in these streets just like flat top

Show you how to sway that rice, I got that recipe
Who you think

Hold On
Yeah
See bitches keep talking
And saying I’m this and that
Sneak dissing’ll get you whacked
I been solid I'm a tough bitch
Get to smelling

Uh, what's poppin
Catch me in that all black fit like it's Compton
Homie I won't go flat, flow so toxic
It be no slack shit, quittin' no option
You

up (Stand stand stand stand up)
And now that watch on my wrist golden (solid gold)
Im the one feel like im chosen 
Bitch im Uno
You and yo people can

Money 40 yards away, I bet I run a 4 flat
Keep my mouth closed aint no snitching boy you know that
Gotta keep these rat niggas away just like some borax

This shit here is 3rd degree, 20 dollar grams that's a flat fee, Put the red dots on you Acne
Blowing shit up like im ACME, Imma run bands like a Tracka