| Oh, woo
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| Oh, yeah
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| Got that .40 on my lap, I’m God, nigga
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| Hit that bitch from yesterday, she mine, nigga
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| Got that .223 on me, it dive in 'em (Ayy, slide, slide, slide)
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| You keep talking, bitch, then you can die with 'em, ayy
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| White chalk on the ground, the squad did it, ayy
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| One came with two clips, it came with it, ayy
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| Old school got that leanin', top missing, ayy
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| '64 side to side, it bounce, ribbit, ayy
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| Rapping shit we live, we been did it, ayy
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| Mix and match my bitch, she real different, ayy
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| Beat my bitches' asses dumb stupid, ayy
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| 911 twin turbine sound foolish, ayy
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| Couple pieces, gotta have it, uh
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| Caught a wave, is it magic? |
| Uh
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| Crush your head, is it magic? |
| Uh
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| Dropping bodies in the casket, uh
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| I’m a legend in the set, yeah
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| Your big homie getting checked, uh
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| The realest nigga out the West, uh
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| Makaveli in the flesh, uh
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| Orange beanie, think about it, uh
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| Got a pistol out the closet, uh
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| 'Nother mil' to deposit, uh
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| Heard your record, I’m your father, uh
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| Switching styles, pick a product, uh
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| Snatch your bitch up out her Pradas, uh
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| Hit a lick up in the Pradas, uh
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| 'Nother win for the robbers
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| Got that .40 on my lap, I’m God, nigga
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| Hit that bitch from yesterday, she mine, nigga
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| Got that .223 on me, it dive in 'em (Ayy, slide, slide, slide)
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| You keep talking, bitch, then you can die with 'em, ayy
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| No aim with this kick, I’m wild with it, ayy
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| Hop out in them trucks, get down, nigga, ayy
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| Candles lit, he fed the whole corner, ayy
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| Bitch, don’t call my phone, the feds on us, ayy
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| One right through your scalp, the wig killer, ayy
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| New fur on my bitch, it’s chinchilla, ayy
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| This here on my wrist, I been had it, ayy
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| This here on my hip the real static, uh, ayy
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| Nigga, my bitch is amazing
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| Slapping the clip, perfect, uh
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| Driving the whip, swerving, uh
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| Balling, mane, Balmain, ayy
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| See that R.I.C.O., get to hiding, hold on
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| MAC-90, get to sliding, uh
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| Step aside, I get to dropping, uh
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| In my hoodie like I’m posted, uh
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| Extra O for the Hova, uh
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| Trap tales, I’m a soldier
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| Young nigga get to leaking, uh (Yeah)
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| Nigga beat, didn’t get to breathe in
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| Niggas die every summer, uh
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| Niggas ride every summer, uh
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| Bring the heat for the cut-up, uh
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| Play with sticks, I’m a drummer
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| Got that .40 on my lap, I’m God, nigga
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| Hit that bitch from yesterday, she mine, nigga
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| Got that .223 on me, it dive in 'em (Ayy, slide, slide, slide)
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| You keep talking, bitch, then you can die with 'em, ayy
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| .40 on my lap, I’m God, nigga
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| Hit that bitch from yesterday, she mine, nigga
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| Got that .223 on me, it dive in 'em (Ayy, slide)
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| You keep talking, bitch, then you can die with 'em, die with 'em |