| Yeah, yeah |
| Uhuh |
| Yeah, yeah (yeah yeah) |
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| I've been coolin' but I'm runnin' out of patience |
| Had a heart before my shit blacker than Haitians |
| He sick as fuck they know he fold he can't erase it |
| He play with me he know he dead my shorty take him |
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| Baking soda grip that pot scrape the side woah, woah |
| Jakes behind me and I'm hot, duck the 5 oh, oh |
| Heard the killa's on that block you better drive slow oh |
| Got killa and pussy with my eyes closed oh |
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| I come from that basement, you know I grown up to that pain heard you couldn't |
| take it |
| I ever go broke then it's right back to them bases |
| Runnin' with my members you won't give it they gon' take it |
| Dropped a hundred on a new foreign I'm speed racin' |
| Spent a lot of time in that trap actually I'm days in |
| Built it all of them on solid ground it's gon' cave in |
| I won't fold again and I ain't got time for no fake friends |
| SpotemGottem wack a opp, gun him down (woah, woah) |
| I wasn't tryna punch no clock, but where'd them pounds go (where them pounds) |
| Ridin' right through my city with something loud, woah (something loud) |
| Don't play with me don't wanna have to gun you down (oh no) |
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| Baking soda grip that pot scrape the side woah, woah |
| Jakes behind me and I'm hot, duck the 5 oh, oh |
| Heard the killa's on that block you better drive slow oh |
| Got killa and pussy with my eyes closed oh (hey, hey) |
| Baking soda grip that pot scrape the side woah, woah |
| Jakes behind me and I'm hot, duck the 5 oh, oh |
| Heard the killa's on that block you better drive slow oh |
| Got killa and pussy with my eyes closed oh |
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| Yeah, got that pot |
| And there's killers on this block, yeah, yeah, yeah |
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