Certified (feat. 3s leek)
Hunnit Dame
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Let me hear that shit Do it over? Wednesday's turn to fridays, when them PUA's pop I know you see me out in Vegas, in that cherry drop top Sipping lines seeing double, yea this some wock wock On the phone expediting, tell them bitches chop chop Better hide yo hellcat, cause we just bought a chop shop You just heard a knock knock, and the trunk pop popped Good work, I just had a fein on second pop lock Hit the cards, we the reason why the got hot About to head out to Cali gotta get my e d d's on Had a shootout with a crip, cause I had some big b's on They ain't send em to the city, I'm about to see what this bnb on Now I'm back to back in cali, like it's my mother fucking theme song If I ain't up picking up no cards, then I don't leave home Boy do not talk that gun play, cause that's what three on Shit if this card come next day, then bro we on I had cards coming next day, for bout two weeks strong I'm in Philly with the pirates, aye aye captain When it's time to certify them weeks, you know I get active Seen a card in the mail, and off the porch I did a backflip Fucked up, I still can't go to boa on Ratcliff Besides that, I just bought a ar with attachments On a New York hotline, with a New Jersey accent I got every answer, to the questions that they asking This the second go around, I was jitting when they passed it It's fucked up I can't sleep, it's twenty in my mattress The rest in the stash, don't get killed asking questions Big bank take lil bank, let's see if you can match it I be fresh to death, cdg me in my casket We caught a opp and scored, bro just put him in a basket Im about to hit the store, I just hit her with a classic I bet leek five thousand, I can count ten faster I don't do v six, you won't catch me in a standard Won't hit a block or atm, if I ain't got my mask on I got enough to call it quits, cause a nigga cash long But tell them bitches we ain't quitting, trapping until the feds come If they come it had to be a snitch, nigga red rum Up a twenty strip in hundreds, thought a nigga said something Got a bitch she my shooter, yeah she a head hunter Lil bitch was too pressed, I gave her the wrong number Monkey nuts on the chop, it'll spray a whole hundred
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