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Wrist cold, but I'm totin', so I'm hot
Gang wipe your nose like that shit full of snot
If I spin a nigga block, catch him lackin', I'm walkin' (fuck

Meech son
Pull up in that super coupe, but this is not no Nissan

I found the route, I'm at that dome, by the FAU
Cash out on one and a half, I might

off ting
Took big, big risk in a Honda Civ

My OT block is Tobago hot
So I told cuz, "Chop all your cainrows off"
Askar blocked us right by the Costa
We

up)
Ain't no nigga gon' spin on me, bump down on him, do it myself (come here)
I wasn't eatin' no steak trays, a hundred-dollar limit, I'm runnin' it

beat the block up, spin again, go beat it up some more (some more)
Fucked her one time, had to double back and get some more (get some more)
I'm

there 'til the bitter end

Don't raise your claws to me
In the name of God, I command you to flee
Relentlessly 'cause we believe
By the power

get me?
I remember I was broke, had to tip a quarter
No car for the block, had to hit the corner
Sometimes I still spin by, 'cah I miss the trauma

You're always in the corner, consumed by your web
And the same question always spins in my head
"What's it like living in the darkest corners

I'm hot as soup (shh, shh)
Me and K in the cut, clizzy rambo too (shh, shh)
Twenty-four, I don't snooze, I bang by noon (shh, shh)
I'm in the bando,