[Hook: x2]
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Riding with my AR with me (What?)
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Thuggin in the jungle with Slimmy (Ughh!)
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Posted on the block with my Tre pound (Trey pound)
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Playin with my chips you'll get laid down (Bow Bow)
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Riding with my AR with me (AR)
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Thuggin in the jungle with Slimmy (wooh)
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Posted on the block with my Tre Pound (Trey pound)
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Playin with my chips you'll get laid down (R.I.P.)
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[Wooh da Kid:]
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Posted on the block with my FN, (What)
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Fully loaded 20 shots that's my best friend. (Bow Bow)
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It's Mr. Strap-a-holic now I'm reloaded. (ughh)
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I'm a man of my word, mother fucker quote it. (Kidd)
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Ridin with my AR front seat. (bow)
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Bring havoc to your block Wooh da mob deep. (Mob)
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Fetti Gang ridin packed that's the line up. (Mob)
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Disrespect my squad that will get you lined up. (ughh)
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[Hook]
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[Ar Quest:]
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Five dot five six millimeter
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Five niggas in the whip
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Killa speakers, This trey pound chips
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Wife beater, Slimmy with me know he got them chilli heaters
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For one I bust the tool if a nigga creep up
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Duck tape body parts that's a sleeper
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Thuggin like it's nothin tell that sucka speak up
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They say the way bent, slim tell em keep up
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[Hook]
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[Slimmy:]
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Bang bang rat-a-tata watch the crowd scatta
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Niggas pissin me off, I got a bad bladder
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Bitch I'm a monster, make people run and scream
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I gotta AR-15, I tote it in my jeans
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We got grew up off of guns and danger
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That chopper got me feelin like a power ranger, it's danger
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Don't argue with these niggas I'm pullin out takin aim
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You standin close enough bitch I'm burnin you with the flames
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[Hook]
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[Tre pound:]
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It's Tre pound and I'm a, sun of a gun
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Got goons to earth a nigga like third rock from the sun
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Now we keep yo bitch on cock like a gun jammed
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They say I got a flow like I'm possessed, son of Sam
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We playin fastball, you pitchin underhand
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And if you ain't talkin bout money then we don't understand
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They say pound snitchin not... can't be
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The only D.A. I talk to is dead Anthony
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[Hook]
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[Chipz Ru:]
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You faggots ain't ready I can bring you to the jungle
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You niggas is soft you ain't ready for this rumble
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I can make it crumble you ain't ready for this pressure
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BSM and Fetti Gang I leave em on a stretcher
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My AR and everything
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Tre Pound he gone let it ring
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You can let it gun sound, hit em with that flocka flame
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These bitches is dumb found, but they give a lot a brain
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So that make it feel good, they just grip alot a grain
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[Hook]
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Laid Down
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| Wooh Da Kid |
