| Run circles 'round niggas; I'm gone, bye; too left |
| Got bands in my pants; Get yo' bitch out my belt |
| A clear understandin'- |
| I'm still in the trap, wit' them young niggas, like - |
| Rambo; Peel off yo' 'cap' |
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| I trap the bags and then, I count up 'digits' |
| That's Carlos, sendin' bales of 'midget' (Carlos!) |
| Sendin' 10 'bricks', I'ma chop 'em, like a ninja |
| My hands is my calculator; I'm countin' up 'digits' |
| We got the low 'ticket'- |
| We wrap 'em up and ship 'em |
| I'm swimmin' wit' the pigeons |
| -End up flyin' wit' the fishes |
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| Carlos sendin' in a 100 bales of midget |
| I'm breakin 'em down in the kitchen wit' the pigeon |
| Bricks on the scale and the bales on the benches |
| "Them trenches, them trenches, them trenches" |
| Trappin' wit' Skippa, so you know, we flippin' |
| Lil' bitty bitch! And we thumbin' through Benj'ys |
| Shit'll get 'digital', quicker 'round here |
| Lil' bitty nigga, be comin' up missin' |
| You get the picture? I'm fuckin' wit' digits |
| You still my nigga- you never get bigger |
| I still put that pistol on any young nigga |
| Watch all these bitches, just 'cry me a river' |
| Digit-digit-digit-digit |
| Carlos and Hector, keep sendin' in 'midgets' |
| I still got them pints of lean, stuffed in the 'frigder |
| Jumpin' Nike, how we fuckin' wit' digits |
| (Longway) |
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| I trap the bags and then, I count up 'digits' |
| That's Carlos, sendin' bales of 'midget' (Carlos!) |
| Sendin' 10 'bricks', I'ma chop 'em, like a ninja |
| My hands is my calculator; I'm countin' up 'digits' |
| We got the low 'ticket'- |
| We wrap 'em up and ship 'em |
| I'm swimmin' wit' the pigeons |
| -End up flyin' wit' the fishes |
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