| Fifty on my side |
| Please don't make me slide |
| You better warn all your guys |
| Soon as they try that ABN shit, then all them boys gon' die |
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| We gon' see |
| And wherever they fix faces, that's where he gon' be |
| That's what you get for talkin' |
| Jaw wide shut, how the fuck is he gon' eat? Huh |
| Mumblin' when you're talkin' |
| Fuck around and he won't breathe |
| You better move on |
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| You see, the key to stayin' rich after you make it, you can't be fuckin' with |
| broke-ass niggas (Yeah, move on) |
| They gon' act like they gon' ride or die for you 'til they get the chance to be |
| roach-ass niggas (Move on) |
| All them haters gon' run they mouth 'til they face me and be an |
| I-got-my-jaw-broke-ass nigga (Move on) |
| I am a Hoover, homie, always outside, a give-a-fuck-if-it's-safe-ass nigga, Ro |
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| Fifty on my side |
| Please don't make me slide |
| You better warn all your guys |
| Soon as they try that ABN shit, then all them boys gon' die |
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| Nah (Hell nah), I don't go back and forth with nobody (No) |
| If I did, y'all know who would be my last four bodies |
| Headed to Buffalo Bayou with half a whole body (Splat) |
| You headed to Home Depot 'cause you a homebody (Haha) |
| Bro know he ain't built for this shit like look at bro body (Look at him) |
| He gotta pull up with y'all, he can't pull up with nobody (I mean, though) |
| Y'all have no followers, y'all talkin' shit to nobody (Nobody) |
| So when y'all talkin' shit 'bout me, I don't even know 'bout it (What he say?) |
| Slapped the fuck out your bitch ass for talkin' so cocky (You) |
| And your people know what you said, so they ain't gon' stop me (You) |
| I know they hate me, whatever I do, they gon' knock me (What they gon' do?) |
| But it don't matter what they do to me, they won't stop me (Ayy) |
| You poppin' pills and smokin' cigarettes, you so sloppy (Ayy) |
| Fightin' me gon' feel like you versus a whole posse (Ayy) |
| Couldn't play the role long enough to get the dough out me |
| Still, my bitches, they still be suckin' the soul out me (Woo) |
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| Fifty on my side (I got the fifty on my side) |
| Please don't make me slide (I ain't tryna need no one) |
| You better warn all your guys (You better tell them hoes) |
| Soon as they try that ABN shit, then all them boys gon' die (Huh, huh) |
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