(Verse)
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Fresh up that new ass hole, you hear?
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Fresh up poo shooter,
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I cop two ruggers,
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Don't make me spray or aimin things at yo soup coolers
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I fuck with real niggas, like the izzle
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Fo shizzle my nizzle, get the fuck out my grizzle,
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I¡¯m a grizzly, I'm roaming through the forest, I don't really know no chorus
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Wuzzup big booty Dolore? She living round the corner from the florist
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With my man made get her flowers,
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Niggas fucking around, my people will coming and shoot you¡¯s, regular powders,
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So now the case be closed, cuz they think it was drug related
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And niggas know that I get the cake and the thugs don't hate it
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Real niggas they congratulate, they happy to see I made it,
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At least one of us have made this shit, I be love saving shit,
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Real nigga, all day, freestyle in the hallway,
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Feeling like I'm juvy, wussup with Sean with that bootie?
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Till I come over here she a cutie, what's up Red? What¡¯s up with that heat?
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Yeah, we can do it right here on the sofa, we don't need no bed,
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Shouts out to moddie, that boy keeping the shawty,
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But I round in Maserati, in old school huaraches,
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Nigga don't want beef with me and my people
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Yeah we real, we just cup out the license, man our weapons they concealed
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But we got dirty browners, for when it¡¯s time to get real gangsta
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Niggas hella ancient, but picture that I'm painting
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And I'm feeling like I paint I¡¯m like Picasso,
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Me and my niggas ride around in the Gallardos
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Excuse me, Murcielagos, look nigga that's a Lambo
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Tied up and mask up and wagged up like Rambo,
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Who the fuck thinkin they got that ammo,
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My shots yea they camo,
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I come through and blast at your flannel
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Brains all over your shirt like you waste spaghetti
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Slow down, don¡¯t blow the whistle yet cuz he ain¡¯t ready
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Niggas know I¡¯m like Freddy when I come through
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In your lil dreams give you nightmares that make a nigga scream
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Yea Dreams & Nightmares like I was Meek Millie
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A lot of these hoes silly
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Shouts out to all my bitches out there up in Philly
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Someone but be more, they got their raises under their tongue
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And some of these little niggas 15 they got a gun,
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So they ain't got no license, they had one since they was 12,
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And nigga blast off that molly and send yo bitch ass to hell,
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I got real niggas ouchea, that's ready to prevail
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Shouts out to my nigga Tyrell, yea my nigga Lil Travell
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He out there on the pole, still shooting at the door
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You fuck around with Lamar, that boy that quick to spot,
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Yeah that's my dog, we went to high school together, used to cheat
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So fuck it, what yall talkin bout nigga?We run the streets, here out in Cali
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Since we was bumping them balis
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We was just talking about they about this,
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I'm like yeah nigga they belly, I fuck up nigga really
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And I don't like these no ratlers,
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See me and my nigga we gone gone going back to¡¦
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Kali nigga
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(Outro)
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Freestyle champ I¡¯m just like
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Fuckin around light one up
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Fuckin around, I don¡¯t fuck around
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Fresh out that ass hole
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Nigga was all the lil pussy in here
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All the time I was like
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You understand me?
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I was in the in the right hole
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I was like uh you my first, uh you my first
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And when I went off in that pool shots in
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Oh no, you my hood
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You heard me, all these real niggas you understand out there
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You understand?
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I know my people listening so I can¡¯t really like go off high
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Wanna go off though, fuck with me
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This just the appetizer nigga
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The next one the entree, food for thought
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Real nigga tho
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Oh Haly Grove Wop you did that one
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Rest in peace killa stone yea
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Poo Shooter Flow
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| Mack Maine |
