(Verse 1)
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Last dragon, past sagath
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For the cap durag what's happening
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Made like a match and I'm bigger the masses
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Shoot at the ground watch a freak start dancing
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Talking to a fish like who's the master
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Major factor, made more I went rich major slap you
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Disrespect the mob I go in and mack you
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Put you in a trunk full of ratchet actor
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Hash your mama backstab my grill
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My Dj drama we bare the fuck
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Don't want no drama
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Popping that lip till I up that llama nigga
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(Verse 2)
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You niggas know my pedigree
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Gucci nap sack four bricks of gregory
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Coca cola sure don't moving the heavy D
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Touch your key like cd's better check check my melony
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This theme music for them niggas catching felonies
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Close it up and selling me kush burning the hell of weed
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And send them G's in then we send them peace out
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At the trap house bad bitch no blouse
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Titties hanging out white mass on the mouth
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Cocking up some shit that make the block pass out
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Work in a white louie bag then I'm out
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Pass out in my space ship
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Blow in my other graf fly high
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Every day a nigga pop another tag
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Rubber bandz all day fucking blow another pack
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Turkey racks all day fucking blow another pack
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(Hook)
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I told you boy
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Y'all ain't gonna stop me while I'm out here getting my paper
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I fold you boy
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Even after that happen real talk pep I don't hate you
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‘Cause it ain't in my blood I'm a thug
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But this money in my mind
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So I'm the one for this shit so I can't disapear
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This money on the grind
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You gotta feel me, you gotta feel me
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(Verse 3)
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I can see through the smoke
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Its cookies in the air though I never tone
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Ampichino hella dough they can hear the coke in my flow
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Every song I spoke
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This world cold but it's the life I know
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Your heart in pain for trying to wife a hoe
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They took my homie's life in the ice cold
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But the only way out is if you die though
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In Ohio the 5 O my rivals
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So I keep the SK for survival
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The last dragon my past acting for big pass
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Dragon tatted the mac and blast into big tasks ,bitch
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(Verse 4)
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Freeze go dumb dumb boy
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Nigga searching for the master like some dumb ghoul
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They the stuff you see in the fortune cookie
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Before they come looking
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You know they wanna book me now but fuck it though
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Bad yellow bitch like Lara Thrones
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Bad red camaro on 4 G's
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Fresh out the garage, with the dragon in the hood
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You ain't from around here so why the fuck you bragging on the hood
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Kiss my Louie Vuitton's I levitate over feather weights
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If I'm gonna squeeze I squeeze I never hesitate
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I got the glow like Leeroy yellow gold D boy
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Pretty yellow stones you a decoy
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Seek and destroy I'm a street pharaoh
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The new sound of the motherfucking ghetto
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It's me nigga, Freeze!
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(Hook)
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I told you boy
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Y'all ain't gonna stop me while I'm out here getting my paper
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I fold you boy
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Even after that happen real talk pepper I won't hate you
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‘Cause it ain't in my blood I'm a thug
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But this money in my mind
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So I'm the one for this shit so I can't disapear
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This money on the grind
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You gotta feel me, you gotta feel me
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Last Dragon
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Yukmouth |