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a clue (Nope)
Wherever I go imma bring tha whole crew (Bringing 'em)
N.Y. to L.A. private how I flew (Let's go)
New plug yea that boy is a Jew (Plug)
Made

it spray
Cause all these niggas be gay
I a tell 'em to the face
They all know that ion play
They all know how a lay
I get it in
Couple thou in these in

put your bitch in the buck n*gga
Huh, I'm what's up n*gga
Dope boy can tell by the gut n*gga
Money make it hard for you to trust n*ggas

I was serving

run it myself like a quarterback option
I pitch her ten bands and tell that hoe to go shoppin', and she buy herself some clothes (huh, huh)
And she

my foes (Killing em', ooo)
Cutting their toes (Chop-chop, ooo)
Fucking no hoes (Ah, yuck)
Die by the code (Ah, ooo)
All of y'all soft like a pancake

to serve
Just don't be on shenanigans boy




Shabria said stop the shenanigans
Tom Brady from pockets I'm passin em
Upgraded to Jennifer cniston
White

(I told lil, ou, woah)

I told lil brodie to handle him
Raise up the glock now I got that boy panickin'
On the sky walking, I feel like I'm Anikan

throat steady catching
young smooth ass nigga I'm criminal
OT4B the hardest youngest coming general
Tell em stop playing wit my top we'll get rid of you

Just violence misguided
45 tell lies noose tie-ins
Country led by a tyrant
Go vote make sure Joe sign in
Gotta seek peace through his right hand
Have

ass lucky 4-leaf clover
Paper bag will work, face need a makeover
Tell her wassup
Brang all my racks put em' back in the truck
Don't need protection I

than a mothafuckin pigeon tail
Like you couldn't tell
Like I'm Denzel
I need all the money and the band wagon
Got the type of knowledge that you can't

never reach
This is like a lesson of a class so sit back and watch me teach
If you wanna feature from ya boy you better run them bands up and pay for

shit crazy, man, right wrist, I'm revengeful
Count through a hundred bands, dead men, got a handful (yeah)
Heard he a skeleton, just counting down

Versace the cloth you can tell by the liner
They clocking my run and I'm beating the timer
I'm open whenever for smoke like a diner
Got wetty baguetteys
Hit

I'm paper chasin', my bank big, you can tell just by these rocks (bling)
You know I pop shit, I talk shit, 'cause I gets a lot of guap
You know my

Tell me you gon' get it or you not

Foreigns whippin' off the lot
Pulling up to show the watch
Gucci drippin' to the socks
Either you gon' get it or you

(Whoo! Whoo!)

Start by getting the facts straight
Some learn better the hard way.
Whole lot of stress in a book bag
Young boy carry the hard weight.

to the moon
Young Nook for the game
I was in the six on the terrace
Lil nigga we are not the same
Tell the boy to stay up in his lane
I'm aint flexin baby cause

enemies 
Yeah I stay close to my enemies
Tell em the Percocet dead to me 
Savy no pay for the pussy the head is free 
I got the recipe 
40 is next to me

years in a Chevrolet (Let) this is no civil day (Nuh uh)
We gon' tweak, on that, Queen, City, Flat Lands (707)
Suffocate 'em, till he, get the blues, like

show you who really out here deserving bands
I told Ave "One day we'll live it like we're kings"
I told Basu "We'll get the bag by any means"
I told

I put that boy to sleep
Someone tell this bitch
If he play with me then he ain't waking up
After I slap the 50 in then I slap her on her butt
When I

catch me with soda
But I keep a can just incase a fuck nigga get in the way
Someone tell em it's over
Cause I Never liked Coca Cola
But use to push coke

I pay that fee
Tell that lil boy speak up
Tell that lil boy keep up
Seen my drip geeked up
Ready I don't need no luck
Live by the words of the book