Niggas pistol popping like it's 1999
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I was 9 maybe 10, then again never mind
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Press rewind, back in time before rappers dropping dimes
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Trap or die, choppin' pies with cliche's all in they rhymes
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That was Gucci, Prada and anything designer
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Money, power, the whole enchilada
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Commas, dollars, the greens and the guava
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They serve you to your flocka if you disrespect that blocka, blocka
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Choppas on eaves droppers, fuck these choppas I'm about it
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Grindin' like 2Pac with Biggie Poppa, yeah you outer but I'm hotter
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Car jacking, pistol packing, mothafuckin' choppers clapping
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Metal jacket automatic magazines hate on traffic
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Window smashing, windows crashing
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Pants sagging, fuck your fashion
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Yeah a nigga run Manhattan, back in Cali's where it happen
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It's Gucci, Escada, and anything designer
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Groupies, poppers they all gonna swallow
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Get this problem the ..the goons and the ..
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They hating a lot, medulla oblongata.
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From the' running round and round
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When you're make the catti'
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Making with brag, I'm from the out here bull on the west side same ..
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See I'm shooting that niggas on the sight.. now call me..
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Cut that blunt nigg, slippin' on the ..
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Maserati like Atari with no car keys push to start it
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New Bugatti, 2 Bugatti's, Testarossa, new Ferrari
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Lamborghini, system bumping, me no warried, rastafari
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This the hardest supersonic, systematic, too retarded
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New Versace, new apartment, bigger closet, newer carpet
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Hit departments, cool it all, must set my goal if you accomplish
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Shoot a target cause you the target, moving targets, new accomplish
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Kill the game but still regardless, beat the charges, do the honest
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| Asap Rocky |
