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Uh, uh, it's sticks in this bitch, but the whip too tinted
I told that hoe f*ck her, she know that I meant it
The tech in my pants, bro that's why I'm limpin'
She on my top, lil bitch think she the one
I'm geekin' and tweakin', hoe, watch how I stunt
I shine like the moon, try to copy my son
Just getting started how df could I be done
Uh, I hit from the back, now she startin' to stalk me
I never lack ma des niggas won't chalk me
High as a bitch ina cell drinking coffee
The haters, they on me, I say, shake em off me
Four, that's my brother, he up with the Glock
No nine to five, but I'm punchin' the clock I rock with the K (Kay)with the birds ima flock
The clock steady ticking (tik) I aim at his top (tok)
Long live my granny, I miss her to death
Three-zero on his back, bro shooting like Steph
Bitch no, you not gangsta, you lock for a theft
Bae think that I'm cheatin', lil' hoe say we F
Hoes be miserable and niggas be flawed
Bro getting sum cheddar, I gotta applaud
I'll click with that Glock, bitch, ion needa switch
Got shot in this shit, now he startin' to twitch
Slandering my name to a hoe, you a bitch

It's three in this bitch, yeah, it's hella shots
She askin' my lo, I reply with a dot
These hoes for the streets, I ain't lovin' no thot
He think he can check me, I tell him, just do it
My bro wanna kill me, yeah, that's how I view it
He could've been kill me, that f*ck nigga blew it
I'm chasin' that pape no ain't nothin' to it
He slide out the range, I'ma hit out the truck
I'ma go through the front and I bet ima  up
Know this bitch in my pants, I swear that it's stuck
This nigga a dweeb, he be tuckin' his shirt
I hit from the back, now she startin' to squirt
I'ma load up and ride her, I'm ready to kirk
Dre want that bitch, I'ma throw him a lot
Yo, he eatin' dick like corn on the cob Quay got a lick masked up, we going rob
Clock his ass out, get did at the job Bro goin' off the perk, he scratchin' his skin
I'm whop with the chop, I'ma spin out the benz
Don't call me no bro, nigga, I ain't yo' kin
I pop out the trap, they screamin', hey, Ten
I'm ready to slide, I'm statin' on business
Got shot in this shit, blood came out his kidney
You broke as a bitch, nigga, you don't got a penny
I'm touching some racks and I ain't even twenty'
In The hood on my car, its a lion in a cage

I'm try not to move, I'm strapped' on the  stage
Walking in public hoes screaming out hey '
How you be bleeding get killed with your bae
Chop  for the back door, don't even try
Ho tell me she love me, I'm responding bye
I pay for the funeral suit and the ty
He get put in the dirt, he talk out his lips
Nigga ran from the drac boy you better not trip
I see him, I'm reachin' I up off da rip, Never been a director, I'm shootin' the clip
Spent  a grip on these shoes, finna buy me some more
Bout my money, respect, we can go toe to toe
We meet up for static, you know where to go
Three out the backseat, out the window with four
They clickin', I'm clickin', I hit while I drive
I throw out my hand, I give him high five
These bullets gon' wet you, you better not dive
I'm keep it a buck bitch, I never jive
I rain on his whip, now his mama won't cry
Kay pushing the whip while I hang out the window
Play games with this bitch like her name was Nintendo
G twenty-three and it came with a stendo
Five percent on this bitch, now you cannot see in
Bro tweaking and shit why he keep poppin' tens
I'm fly as a bitch, Cartier on the lens f*ck signing the deal, just give me the money
Four tellin' me to come and I'm already comin'
Free bloody bird, I know how he bummin
I stay in the trap, you know how I'm slumming
Two twenty-three's, no pimpin' I'm Jordan
They banking yo homie your punk ass recordin'
These hoes ain't shit, no, they stay extorting
Ain't chasin no ass, I know it's important
Got one on the way, so you know I can't play
I hide in your bushes, I creep where you stay
I smoke me a jay while I hit with the K
I want me a M, so you gotta pay Deuce in my cup, now I'm leanin' on two
I knuckle up like bitch, what it do? I took his O-O, he mad about his boo

Speaking ' on bro what the f*ck you tryin' to do?
Four tell me to blow, man, it's already up
Gum  in the trap and in that bitch I was stuck
Slide  out the range, not a tank it's a truck
You thunder I'm lighting now you gettin' struck
He got a Glock, I'ma walk up like Gimme
Tre love da smitty but Dre love da semi
Quan ina mazi while 9 ina hemi

Police on the ass, I'ma give him a chase
I know I'm the one, bitch, why would I race
Face shot gang, we gon' f*ck up his face
Yo ho ina car we gon' lift up her lace

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