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[Chorus: C-Money & Money]
Seven six two, break them dracs out, blow that smoke out there [?] goddamn
Gang up in here ape'in sh*t, boy you too soft, take his sh*t
Get out there blow that smoke up, better not move without this stick
Came from nothing, I'm talkin' about broke I better not pass up on no lick
[?]
Don't worry bout nothing, won't tuck my chain, I'm with the sh*t
Two Glocks on my homies, when I serve ya make it quick
Ain't nervous in this b*tch, cause we got 30's, we got sticks
I swerve up in this b*tch, won't say a word up in this b*tch

[Verse 1: big30]
Chopper house with murderers, they robbin and they rapin' sh*t
Glocks in here, dracs and sh*t
[?] race that b*tch
In the North with C-Money, he got the tray, we breaking sh*t
Six and eight, make some sh*t, tricks for kids, we break on tricks
Got my chain on with my glizzy tucked, you you better not play in here
Slime with me, snakes in here
Don't do what I say in here
Killers from my hood, and I got snipers from the bay in here
Shiesty got the K, you reach for something, we gon spray in here

[Bridge: Money]
[?] beg your pardon, we don't do no talking to artists
[?] pull up guns like they [?]
Got five five six in the carbin, better thank God if ya dodge it
You can not pull up on my [?], won't let sh*t slide like the Dodgers
Homie better not spark at me
We gon pull up wearing skis like it's robbery
Seventy five up in the clip, I gave him thirty three
Play with me, and I put hollows in your arteries
[?] play no part [?]
[Chorus: C-Money & Money]
Seven six two, break them dracs out, blow that smoke out there
Gang up in here ape'in sh*t, boy you too soft, take his sh*t
Get out there, blow that smoke up, better not move without this stick
Came from nothing, talkin' about broke I better not pass up on no lick
Don't worry bout nothing, won't tuck my chain, I'm with the sh*t
Two Glocks on my homies, when I serve ya, make it quick
Ain't nervous in this b*tch, cause we got 30's, we got sticks
I swerve up in this b*tch, won't say a word up in this b*tch

[Verse 2: TP Stacks]
I'm with 30, we got dirty 30's in this tahoe
This go to my opps, you might just got away but don't get by doe
Get close to this chain you can come try your luck, but you gon die though
Finger itching, talking bout paranoid, let off shots at shadows
Soldier with me, if I tell him pop off, he gon knock your top off
He was legging, walking out the b*tch house and [?]
Talking wreckless, this sh*t get you slumped, wrapped up in a trunk
On a charge I can't get caught for nothing, dump him in a dump

[Verse 3: Money]
Shoot you in your back like Ricky, n*ggas mouse like Mickey
I want my bread in a jiffy, bout my bread like Jiffy
Blue money, new Glock extension, blue hundreds like Nipsey
Pull up on your block, and shoot till my new Glock is empty
If your hoe about that doe, might knock her, so don't tempt me
Imma smoke up out the bowl you n*ggas smokin' skimpy
Ice up on my neck, it got me shining like a blippy
And f*ck you like a quicky, if you ever went against me
[Chorus: C-Money & Money]
Seven six two, break them dracs out, blow that smoke out there goddamn
Gang up in here ape'in sh*t, boy you too soft, take his sh*t
Get out there, blow that smoke up, better not move without this stick
Came from nothing, talk about broke, I better not pass up on no lick
Don't worry bout nothing, won't tuck my chain, I'm with the sh*t
Two Glocks on my homies, when I serve ya, make it quick
Ain't nervous in this b*tch, cause we got 30's, we got sticks
I swerve up in this b*tch, won't say a word up in this b*tch