| Smokin' on gas got me too high, ayy
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| Sittin' in the trap, had to check the door, heard two knocks
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| Used to have stones in my tube socks
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| Have to serve a junkie, only had enough for two rocks
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| Now I hit the studio, record, and watch The Boondocks
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| Tryna bring a group of hoes, told her bring two knots
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| Diamonds on, damn, watch the shit, the Duwap
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| Feelin' so icy, but my name not Guwop
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| Feelin' so icy, young nigga just made a big bag in
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| Tell the truth, nigga, whole verse be talent
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| Tell the truth, right now, I’m a cold with a cannon
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| On the West Coast, big blood, no MAC-10
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| All we do is shit, off of average
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| Damn, daddy ballin' like he playin' for the Mavericks
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| Deal a lot of cash on th Dior fabrics
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| Tryna break a trapment, cost me, lost Aladdin
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| I know I b braggin', ayy, ooh
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| You would too, nigga, I ain’t have shit
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| Came from sharin' bunch of shoes
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| I can you a bunch of stories, that’s the one thing with you
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| Had to do a lot of shit, you was scared to even do, ayy
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| It’s all will, got the coupe
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| Got a bad lil' bitch, blow a nigga like a flute, ayy
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| I’m a dog, no «Woof,» ayy |