[Hook: Tink]
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My name hold weight like a kilo
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Yo nigga a zero
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Self-made bitch, I don't need no fuckin' hero I got bank roll
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Verses put me on, now 'ima blow this money 'till it's gone [x2]
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[Verse 1: Tink]
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I'm sittin' presidential and I know they hatin'
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Crazy thing about it I 'ain't even made it... yet
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I make a rack off foreign features
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These rappers on the bleachers teachin' lessons like they teachers, I'm like..
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Three tapes in, workin' on my fourth
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When one door doesn't open don't wait on the porch
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You go and get your money like it's payday
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These hoes gon' run they mouth just like they relay and it's okay
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'Cuz I'm takin' off, hit and run
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Breakin' bread, you could hit the crumbs
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Hit the blunt and then toss it, then throwin' holes in they coffins
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Wake 'em up with my loud pack, makin' more noise than a sound track
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Got more toys than a spoiled brat, playin' games that'll get you clapped
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Clap it up for my season, pockets always cheesy
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Fuck niggas keep dissin', we'll leave yo' mama and 'em crazy
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Going 90 on Stoney though
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3 fingers, East Side
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Weak bitches gon' talk shit but a real bitch ain't gon' let it slide
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2: Lil Bibby]
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My name hold weight like a kilo, plus I got them kilos
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Runnin' shit like Nino, my plug named Carlito
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I been outta town gettin' C-Notes, please don't tell my P.O
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My niggas hot in these streets ho so that strap go wherever we go
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Ball hard like D.Rose, this rap shit like free throws
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Cluck say he need 3 blows, he sound like a police though
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I'm splurgin', I ain't T-Row
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Yo boyfriend a zero, I'm rollin' off a hero, yo baby-mama she deep-throat
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I'm all about them figures, ridin' 'round with my niggas
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I only fuck with them killas', and a couple dope dealas'
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Pockets filled with them bank rolls, hunnit thousand, can't fold
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Bibby got that straight drop just ask around bet they know
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I'm feelin' like the shit, these verses gettin' me rich
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And I don't fuck with no squares, unless you talkin' 'bout bricks
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I be goin' hard no time off, these lil' niggas they rhyme soft
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Play with me I let the nine off, commit a homicide then ride off
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3: Lil Herb]
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Yeah my name hold weight that's what my bars say
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Young nigga that's runnin' 'bout all 'em apes no I 'ain't Tarzan
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If I can get 'em my squad can, kilo
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That's all me and my peeps know
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I wake up with 'bout twelve bricks 'bout twelve hit I got three more
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'Nother three go
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Bibby call Carlito
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Them thangs comin' them thangs goin' yo man hold my D-Note
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Ask about me bet she know
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Lil Herb hold up a kilo
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On 79th bitch I'm Deebo
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Runnin' red lights with 'bout three poles
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Now I got the cops stalkin' me, I don't know nothin' don't talk to me
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I be rollin' around blowin' QP's, bout 2 G's, and a [?]
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So you run up, you get gunned up
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Had 'em fifties blowin' 'till the sun up
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If yo bitch fucked me she done lucked up
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If she didn't suck me you should cuff her, 'cuz she one of a kind
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Look at you and yo goofy crew with ya'll Gucci shoes, they ain't fuckin' with mine
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Who is you and these goofy dudes? Just lookin' new, get the fuck off the nine
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Buss at his spine
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Hunnit stacks for the Rolex, I'm a sucka' for time
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Niggas mad like "Why you never come and fuck with us?"
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'Cuz I'm stuck on the grind
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[Hook]
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Kilo
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| Lil Herb |
