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Pull up, pipe me up for this one
Woo, huh, huh, huh, hey, woo, hey
Can't be slow, ain't nothin' rockin', hey
lost two hundred thousand, thirty days

I think I might go ride the plug
F*ck that, get back in the trap and run it up
Can't leave until my money up
This time I need to have a ticket

When they thought I fell off from that loss, I pop out one fifty
Built to take some losses
It's expected when you done winning
Shorty overbassin' when I f*ck, she let me thump in her

All the bad Guccis trick her mind like I f*ck with her
I really don't, just secure my place
So I can f*ck whenever I want
F*ck with Sharky in the front, this bitch rigorous

Smell like Russ, this bitch glitchin
Switches, nigga, trap me if you want
I ain't lyin', a nigga dyin' playin' with us
Ain't ready to kill, then ain't no sense in ridin' with us

How about the G, cause I'm better on feet
TLC, shit, I love the creep
Still got killers with love for me
Don't mind, get wild, spill blood for free

Yeah, I got time today
Ain't got time to play, I'm ready to slide
They in the hood, it's somethin' deep when they block outside
Then they put up somewhere and hide

Get back, ain't got no time
And we the ones stayin' silent when gettin' vibed
Stop actin' like dude, I ain't tell on bro to stand
They hood still, still behind

Niggas be killers and snitches
I'm in the world with some bitches
Keep me around like I'm fishin
I don't even build my hood like that no more

But I'm still good in the trenches
I don't even text or line like that no more
But if I do, bet I hit her
I ain't even gotta say much about cash no more

PME, bitch, we the biggest
Nigga, you better stand on business
Make them cry for all that distance
Two-two-threes and five-five-sixes

Catch me shootin', ain't doin' no missin
All my diamonds shinin', glisten
I got water splashin', drippin
Drop a kick, this four with Trish

She got me slowly walkin', trippin
Yeah, we ain't no paper shortage
Only thing short is my temper
Ten milli' drugs, ARPs

Forties, four knees when we spinnin
Help legal firm need his image
Gymnastics, the pack, I flip it
How you think I got this pendant

I'm trappin' all through the city
Ayy, ayy
I'm trappin' all through the city
Huh, huh

I'm trappin' all through the city
Huh, huh
I'm trappin' all through the city

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