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[Intro]
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[Verse]
Ni-n*ggas wanna kick sh*t, like I kick sh*t
Ni-n*ggas wanna lick sh*t, like I lick sh*t
Free all my n*ggas and free Pimp b*tch
All you n*ggas talkin' sh*t, yeah, we on some simp sh*t
Tw-two cops codeine, what I sip, b*tch
When I walk with the squad we gon' see a limp, b*tch
Shoot a shoot with that Glock, no he don't film sh*t
Ridin' through my hood, you gon' need a pass
Ridin' through the highway, leave it smelling like gas
See the diamonds on my wrist, look like the iPhone flash
I'm gon' whip, do the dash, I know I got n*ggas mad
Countin' up guala, the cash, making these faces like [?]
Run up-, Run up-, Run up on me then you dumb
Hundred round in a hundred round drum
With my gang they don't go for nun
Smokin' on gas its all in my lung
Stars on my roof, no, it's not night
Sippin' on lean, so I'm feeling alright
Sippin' on lean, no ice
Rings on my finger, I don't got a wife
I got a .30, I don't wanna fight
Flex on yo' b*tch, I might
Diamonds look like a night-light
Look at the cash, it's all in my eyesight
How you bring a knife to a gunfight?
That was too cold, I might get frostbite
With my bloods toting right
Off of the lean, goodnight
High as a kite, b*tch, I'm high as a flight
I be with Sito, he real right
Look at my choppa, it be the same height
She think I'm nice, but I'm not polite
Choppa blow like a dynamite
With the gang, we gon' unite
n*ggas flexing for some IG likes
Whippin' that sh*t, I'm a don
Hoes on my phone, but I don't respond
Road runnin', lil' b*tch, it's a marathon
I got b*tches like a nail salon
That b*tch like me cause I'm cool
And we rock out with them tools
Young n*gga dropped out of school
f*ck class and f*ck you too
f*ck hoes, I'm not runnin' to you
Get a bag, they like "What happened to you?"
n*ggas be broke, they don't got an excuse
Laughing at 12, like I'm faster than you
Smokin' on gas, I won't pass it to you
You know me, boy, I don't know you
I'm with the guys, I'm with the crew
Countin' up cake and the icing blue
Young n*gga still rockin' Trues
To myself, b*tch, I stay true
'Cause I wake up and I know I'm that dude
Flashy lil' n*gga, pull up in the coup
Quater brick, b*tch, we ship it to you
Rappin' that b*tch like we get it to you
All my young n*ggas gon' shoot, nobody shooting for you
n*ggas hating on me, but I didn't do this too you
n*ggas saying that I'm broke, but you know that it's you
n*ggas be broke on the low, why would I hate on you?