| Yeah
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| Ayy, yeah
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| Know what I’m sayin, this shit crazy
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| Tables turned, know what I’m sayin'
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| Was just down badly and shit
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| Now I’m up now, know what I’m sayin'
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| I don’t want no features from you lame ass rappers
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| These niggas they mumble, I rap better than them
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| This shit my own
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| Yeah
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| I don’t shoot on accident
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| Pull up with that MAC and shit
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| I rock Gucci, Raf, and shit
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| My bitch bool, she baddest bitch
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| Stack my paper up like bricks
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| I stayed down for all this shit
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| I can’t go out like no bitch
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| I ain’t goin' out like Mitch
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| All my niggas ride for me
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| Try your luck with robbin' me
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| Keep a Glock, a .223
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| Bitch you had a whole thing
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| I ain’t serve no bricks or bales
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| But nigga, that’s what my name mean
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| Boy, your name don’t hold no weight
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| Ain’t see your ass up in the streets
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| If a nigga don’t know my name he probably on the same thing
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| No face, no case, I don’t know you, don’t speak
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| Most these niggas crash dummies, they just wanna be seen
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| Send lil' buddy on a mission, I’ma make him slide for free
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| I be stackin' up this paper, make 'em play Monopoly
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| I ain’t worried 'bout these bitches, but these bitches jockin' me
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| Girl, it’s been a long day, get on top of me
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| She gon' fuck and she gon' suck, I bust a nut, it’s time to leave
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| I ain’t nothin' like these niggas, honestly, I’m too street
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| Still stickin' to the code, I guess it’s just me
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| I rock Ksubi, Raf Simons, might designer OD
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| I was juggin' out the trenches, made a hundred on our street
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| I don’t shoot on accident
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| Pull up with that MAC and shit
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| I rock Gucci, Raf, and shit
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| My bitch bool, she baddest bitch
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| Stack my paper up like bricks
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| I stayed down for all this shit
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| I can’t go out like no bitch
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| I ain’t goin' out like Mitch
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| All my niggas ride for me
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| Try your luck with robbin' me
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| Keep a Glock, a .223
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| Bitch you had a whole thing
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| I ain’t serve no bricks or bales
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| But nigga, that’s what my name mean
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| Boy, your name don’t hold no weight
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| Ain’t see your ass up in the streets
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| In the streets, nigga
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| Up in the streets, nigga
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| This shit an ocean, man, this shit can get deep, nigga
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| My homies solid, I can’t hang around no weak niggas
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| Shit get ugly, niggas turn into police niggas (For real)
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| I’m a beast nigga, I’ma eat niggas (Yeah)
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| To be a boss, you gotta get it by any means, nigga
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| I hit the block soon as I turned 15, nigga
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| I done did some shit that you probably won’t believe, nigga
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| Y’all niggas be on cappin' shit
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| Y’all niggas be on rappin' shit
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| I can’t even fuck with it
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| I stay back from all this shit
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| I stay back from all these bitches
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| Money so long, money so long, so long
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| Yeah, I don’t shoot on accident
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| Yeah, I can’t go out like no bitch
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| I stay down for all the riches
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| Nigga, I don’t want no features
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| Bans
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| Ain’t no love, nigga |