| I got some demons on my back
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| I put my shooters on the map
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| 30 round get him if he lack
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| Drip down, know I spent a pack
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| Big body, same color crack
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| New thottie, love to throw it back
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| I just gotta swipe, no app
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| We gon' get these racks, no cap
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| Yeahhhh, savage
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| She gon' shake it for a savage
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| All for the green cash, call it cabbage
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| I’m off the pills, knee can’t balance
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| Yeahhhh, trappin'
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| We got the trap doin' backflips
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| Roll up the gas, countin' up the baggage
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| She got a fat ass, I’ma slap it
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| Yeahhhh, shooter gang got 'em shook
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| Step in that kitchen, choppa get you cooked
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| Aye, flip a nigga like a book
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| Fuck with the gang, souls gettin' took
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| Aye, bleed it, huh, tell 'em don’t speak it
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| Can we fuck and keep it secret?
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| Aye,, fuck it, I’m leaving
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| Bitches switch up like the seasons
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| I got some demons on my back
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| I put my shooters on the map
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| 30 round get him if he lack
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| Drip down, know I spent a pack
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| Big body, same color crack
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| New thottie, love to throw it back
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| I just gotta swipe, no app
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| We gon' get these racks, no cap
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| Look, look, I be chillin' but I be lovin' war
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| Look, Sleepy, you know who to call
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| Been on watch since a nigga been kickin' doors
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| Look, used to swing the .44
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| Heavy traps, we don’t carry no .22's
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| We can fight out, don’t care if I win or lose
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| Diagnosis, I’m lucky
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| Look, alone in the dark while I thought of my sickest moves
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| Look, alone, I was broke, wasn’t gettin' money
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| Look, need it, I take it from you
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| Look, no rest, even on a Sunday
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| Free all the gang, huh, you know that they watchin' us
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| T2MB be the team, know they family and ain’t no departing us
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| I got some demons on my back
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| I put my shooters on the map
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| 30 round get him if he lack
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| Drip down, know I spent a pack
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| Big body, same color crack
|
| New thottie, love to throw it back
|
| I just gotta swipe, no app
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| We gon' get these racks, no cap
|
| Yeahhhh, savage
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| She gon' shake it for a savage
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| All for the green green, call it cabbage
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| I’m off the pills, knee can’t balance
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| Yeahhhh, trappin'
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| We got the trap doin' backflips
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| Roll up the gas countin' up the baggage
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| She got a fat ass, Imma slap it
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| Yeahhhh |