| We leavin outside to kill m all
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| Me and my bad lil braud
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| Damb, ma, my stacks is tall
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| This is just the way we craull
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| Candy painted cars on chroam
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| That’s how we get our shine on
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| Atlanta niggas, we run for so long
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| Trap niggas got it goin on
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| Ralph with the bidnis, trap boy easy
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| Pint like beasty, blazed like chearch bisket
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| Rhims like didgets
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| Offset 6s
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| Cartier lenses, 20,000 dollar bridges
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| Came to the club, me and 3 or 4 bitches
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| 8 or 9 bitches, shaudy and shaudy sisters
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| But now I’m so loaded, the junkies think I’m kidding
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| Paint so wet, like the K stop spittin
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| Rims real big, like Jay-Z lips
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| When I hit the bar, bring 3 or 4 clips
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| 3 or 4 chicks, bet you I hit
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| Spent 12 racks, Gucci Mane the bank man
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| We leavin outside to kill m all
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| Me and my bad lil braud
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| Damb, ma, my stacks is tall
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| This is just the way we craull
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| Candy painted cars on chroam
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| That’s how we get our shine on
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| Atlanta niggas, we run for so long
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| Trap niggas got it goin on
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| I’m just a work dealer, I still play with work
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| Barney never round me, I still play with Perks
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| Stop verses, make calls whenever I ride in
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| Lamborghini doors up, just dive in
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| King sized place, still with bubble cush
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| And the seets in my car feel like a cushen
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| These niggas mad cause I took off
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| Bring myself up, and brushed that dirty look off
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| Yeah, I ball hard, and spend a lot of cheese
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| Young Ralph and Gucci Mane, that’s a lot of cheese
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| Piss yello diamonds, they’ll make you freeze
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| It’s a weather change, bet my neck will make you sneeze
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| We leavin outside to kill m all
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| Me and my bad lil braud
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| Damb, ma, my stacks is tall
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| This is just the way we craull
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| Candy painted cars on chroam
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| That’s how we get our shine on
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| Atlanta niggas, we run for so long
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| Trap niggas got it goin on
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| Gucci rock the Gucci, Ralph rock the Luie
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| I can’t even lie, the rimms get a lot of cucci
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| Ralph switched up with Gucci, and Gucci switched up with Prodda
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| Haters get ba-da, bitches get na-da
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| We leavin outside to kill m all
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| Me and my bad lil braud
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| Damb, ma, my stacks is tall
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| This is just the way we craull
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| Candy painted cars on chroam
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| That’s how we get our shine on
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| Atlanta niggas, we run for so long
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| Trap niggas got it goin on |