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I do it all by myself
I feel like I don't need nobody else
Keep to myself I don't ask for no help
Standing tall I see the top of the shelf
Ten toes

ain't shit sweet that's candy
Imma mix between Huey Newton and Meyer Lansky
I'm from where the niggas paint your face like Bansky
But it's starting to get

with orphans
I'm at the bottom of the mud, where it started
I need Biscotti, gotta smoke by a forest
Got a flock of tens, like an arsenal
This shit

a drop top 
She lockin' in with a top dog 
Suck on it til she get lock jaw 
I get up early for all of the money I just made a play at the WaWa
Ok, we back

go on, it's time to drop a few bombs
(Get busy, G, go on and take ‘em to school)
Yeah, it's time spread the jewels
I ask you about Malcolm and you tell

high lights in the sky
Sweet cherry lips in between
Menthol high lights in my eyes
Pop pop pop for me please

Shut the door lock it up
Drop the curtains

Boyyyyyyyyyy 
Throw the B?s in the air and scream oh yeah 
Baaaaaaaaaaaadddddddddddd Boyyyyyyyyyy

I like it when you say my name,
This is not a remix
Hahaha

Hondas
(Shine) I'mma spend it 'til it's gone
(Shine) Don't know when I'm coming home
(Shine) Pop X and drank Cris'
(Shine) My life is the shit

Their ears gonna pop
The house gonna rock
As i watch them drop
Drop it like it’s hot
This is my lot
This is my plot
This is my yacht
Got the game on lock

Killers in the cut
 Pop out peek-a-boo they shoot at you 
BOOM
Fuck nigga know how we do
This that red dot 
Head shot, hollow tips 
They Make your jaw lock

She gone pop lock and drop it
Baby I love it so please don't stop it
Ridin the dick like it's a Ferrari
Baby I just wanna see how you pop it
Shakin

making her drip drop
I’m in ya hoe with a big cock
Fuckin so long making her hips lock
We in the bed bumping hip hop
I spread her legs making her hip pop

out, then bye-bye-bye
We're gonna pop it and lock it
Or maybe pop it and drop it
We're gonna cat daddy, harlem shake, twerk and criss cross it
We're

going But gotta stay in yo lane
I study Marcus Garvey
Dr Huey P Newton
If you a man in this world
You gotta know what you doing
I know its trial and error

a bitch my nigga (gossip)
I'm in the trap cookin' fish my nigga (trap)
You poppin' so fuck it let's hit my nigga (hit)
Surrounded by dawgs, they pits my

whole thang
So we coming for the whole thang
Drop down
Police running up the block now
Woah
I'm finna hop out
All about the smoke like it's rolling loud

Thing when they see me
The way I spit you would say I was bulimic
And this beat so hard
I had to say I did a remix niggas hate
They don't say it but they

Blocka, open the bolts
Drop 'em, get in the door
Lock it, then take some more
Read a history report
We were here as the Moors
North African casualties,

and pop the thang
In Texas, we roll candy drops and swangs
Been a G before Pac or Big Pop was slain
If you mean it, nigga scream it for the block you claim

Oooooooooooooo
ooooooo
(what’s it like, eh what's it like, eh what's it like though)
Verse 1 (Modsun)
Yeah, yeah, Aye
She drop it low and let them boots touch her

that red laser
I was on the yard
With a razor in my sock
On the ball trying to get another lock
For the opp, trying to too
But I'm make a body drop
Came

Drop drop it like its hot
Need you to pop it then lock it
Then drop drop it to the clap
A couple bitches they want me
They tryna eat me like a snack
Yea

We Got

Trina

Exit Wounds

2001

plenty dolla's 
Drop it, pop it, Fendi colla's 
Chart toppin', hit droppin' 
Ain't no stoppin' the champane from poppin' 
I'm finna bring a Grammy home

the seats, I don't even know Dodge
Get by smooth, if you play this shit smart
See through a fake, ain't no sense in playin' hard
Try to pop shit, better