| Just got popped in our city, me and my dogs fucked up security
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| Love life, but on bars people wanna murder me
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| Hardest motherfucker Baby ever done signed, how you not heard of me?
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| Y’all listen to that fuck shit, and y’all sleep? |
| that’s absurd to me
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| Artist who ain’t never popped coming for my city, always throwing dirt on me
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| Salt shaker, not dodgin' shit, I’m too clean for the impurity
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| All Hell broke loose when I came back, feeling so sure of me
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| White on white interior, when shit pop off, it’s all burgundy
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| Drinking on Texas and smoking on good
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| Counting my blesses, I know that I should
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| King of my city, still misunderstood
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| They try to stop that shit all that they could
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| They do not like me and I can’t explain that shit, yeah
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| Y’all got a pistol but, boy, can you aim that shit? |
| Yeah
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| Dog, ‘cause we about that action, I don’t know 'bout you, dog
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| We getting this paper, I don’t know 'bout you
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| When they try my lil partner, had that four pound drew
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| I was on a tour but now I’m back and got the town
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| Fucked up on that drink, once again
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| I’m back on the Molly, once again
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| Walking in the bank, once again
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| Counting dirty money, once again
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| Yo' bitch at my spot, once again
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| Fucked and kicked her out, once again
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| I’m back on the drink, once again
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| I’m back on that Molly, once again
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| Once again, once again, once again, I’m off the Molly
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| When you getting to the dough, can’t trust nobody
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| I’m in every other city, doing shows
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| Me and yo' girl, she a freak, she fucked the posse
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| Got me a new chopper at the house
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| Heard some of y’all was poppin' at the mouth
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| YGs gon' pop up at yo' store
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| Got the bands in my pocket, poppin' out, yeah, yeah
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| I’m drinking coffee and gettin' shit done, I’m on a mission
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| You unmotivated, you uncoordinated, you always bitchin'
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| If I was the plug and it was the streets, well then you would be snitchin'
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| They lock me up, they gon' take everything from me, except my ambition
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| How can I motivate someone who don’t wanna get it? |
| The AM, I’m up in the kitchen
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| Boy I’m so hungry, I’m flippin' these chickens
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| My homie doin' the same, but in other ways, and that’s something I wouldn’t
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| mention
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| Got your girl all in suspicion, she at the show and I got the flow,
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| got the attention
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| Got your lil ho at the spot and she lick on her twat while I’m hittin' it all
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| in position
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| She opposite of a Christian, I’m doing witchcraft, I disappear like a magician
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| That’s why I stick and move, stick and move
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| Get the money, fuck the rules, let nobody fuck with you
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| Yeah, you suckers got the tools, but do you know how to use?
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| Dog, ‘cause we about that action, I don’t know 'bout you, dog
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| We getting this paper, I don’t know 'bout you
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| When they try my lil partner, had that four pound drew
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| I was on a tour but now I’m back and got the town
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| Fucked up on that drink, once again
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| I’m back on the Molly, once again
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| Walking in the bank, once again
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| Counting dirty money, once again
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| Yo' bitch at my spot, once again
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| Fucked and kicked her out, once again
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| I’m back on that drink, once again
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| I’m back on the Molly, once again
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| We about that action
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| We about that action |