[Verse 1: I-20]
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They asking where the hell I been, I tell em I been
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right here
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Try'na get my buzz back, call me Bobby Light-year
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All we do is write here, tell em we in grind mode
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Snatch a nigga Rolex and asking where the time goes
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Ridin' with my mind blown, pull up in them drops dawg
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Girls gone wild style, all you see is tops off
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Try'na get these rocks off, tell em that it's snowing
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nigga
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Bricks of that white girl, yeah that Lindsey Lohan
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nigga
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We about that yola nigga, show em how to hold a glock
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I paint the perfect picture nigga, all of y'all are
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Photoshop
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Show ya how to hold a knot, teach ya how to tote a
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glock
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Bust a nigga can off his shoulders make his soda pop
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Then I gotta go to the spot, yeah we getting richer
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bitch
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Somewhere in the D, giving D to a thicker bitch
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Yeah nigga spit is sick; tell em I'm the illest yet
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Underground king nigga, tell em I'm the trillest yet
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[Hook x4: I-20]
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Catch a body nigga!
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[Verse 2: Fat Ray]
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My nigga
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This the realest shit of the day it's 20 and Ray
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I take a nigga whole work cycle, throw it away
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Like fuck yo bag, lil nigga fuck yo swag
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You get the same shit Tony gave Manolo ass
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Run in the dow, crying while he lye on the floor
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I'm doper than a mop bucket to blow
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Pump up the stove, got em fosho, 55 hundred to bow
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It gotta be strong on that 4-4 gotta be long
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From the same street poverty on I gotta be on
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Shit, if not I'm a show em what the dagger do
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I be on the block getting gawp with the snagger tooths
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Salute real niggas never been a hater
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Got stink pink gators touching down at Decatur
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ABO gorilla shit, certified street niggas
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Kings of the dealership, Big guys iller shit
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Double barrel shotgun like they caught Ricky with
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[Hook x4: I-20]
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Catch a body nigga!
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Catch A Body
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| I-20 |
