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Who dat, talking bout, who dat Run up on me, you get your ass beat blue black Go on get nerve, I'm off the curb Push mountains of herb, you niggas already heard The bro Berg, keep a pistol gripped pump on his lap at all time Whatever however, cause young niggas stay trying See them and be like huh, nigga, what? Huh, give a fuck like whaaat Blow my weed, smash the gas Then hop up in my lane, she be looking way different Through these thousand dollars frames Millionaire mind, fuck the thousand dollars brain Thousand dollar lame only get loud around his gang ass nigga, Ass nigga, Compton for real, you ain't gotta ask nigga Floating through the city like I'm on a raft nigga Mike Vick with the shit, I don't need a pass nigga Like what that shit do Yeah I'm just doing my thang, fingers in the sky Banging my gang like ooh Goon fall back, cause you don't want no problems like that Cause we gonna be like, Huh, nigga what, huh, give a fuck, nigga whaaat (That nigga be like) Huh, nigga what, huh, give a fuck, nigga whaaat (That nigga be like) Your money funny you a clown The bitch hit me up then I'm probably going down It depends on how much of that shit I just had Pill cool but I prefer my MDMA by the bag Heavy hitter right here, all you other nigga's jabs Big talking bout beef till you serve they ass a slab Do the math hoes clash, cause I got them yelling, "Woo!" like Flair When I'm done they always ask, "How you do dat there!?" Hol' up, word to Master P and Young Bleed I pull your bitch she trying kick it fast as Chun Li 'Cause I'm a pimp see, word to Bun B Underground king, no checker, shout out to the bitch pressing Get a weight lifters, reppin' Cal like Ripken I'm on fire right now P burnin', no Syphilis, Strap it up, you murder the pussy Real beef you don't talk, you just murder the pussy, see me? Yeah I'm just doing my thang, fingers in the sky Banging my gang like ooh Goon fall back, cause you don't want no problems like that Cause we gonna be like, Huh, nigga what, huh, give a fuck, nigga whaaat (That nigga be like) Huh, nigga what, huh, give a fuck, nigga whaaat (That nigga be like) Who dat, I bet your lady knew that She said he got a ticket on the molly, mommy do that Talking with my round diamond lean I thought you knew that Down ass Raider hunned sixes is where we grew that See me on the 10 with my squad we so trill Or uptown with them foolies niggas, trapping by the mill I do it for my bros on lock, them hoes on stock I used to wear Pirellis back when Nelly was on top Now it's 442 my pack a bang rewinding, My bitches red as highness throw back on them Yokohamas I'ma slam the scraper, you touch the paper it's go, We out here grindin' fo sho These hoes thinking it's snow I get it goin' my nig', I blow the horn as she ready Disrespectful nigga please, I'm the one with the fetty I'm going out with a bang, it's lane on the chain I just show 'em my diamonds nigga 'cause Lane is the game.