Young Chochi be that hot nigga
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Even my sister with the shit, I seen her sock niggas
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D. Cole feen suck it up like popsicles
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Young gunners pull a busting off of bicycles
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Should've seen turn your block into a ghost town
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They all gone, all you talking to is ghosts now
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No losses, nigga, all we know is victories
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Need a pound, I had him meet me right on century
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He said, 'How much you got?'
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I told him, 'Barry bonds'
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Loud in this booming shit it's cherry bombed
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Do my stuff, take a flight, I'm on American
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First class, three ounces in a carryon
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Bitch, I've been the nigga since the 5th grade
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When I ran up on Big Jason with the switch blade
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He scared to death, Ro-Ro, you can smell his shit stains
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Not 'cause I'm hard, I had to prove his ass was bitch, man
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I'm hungry, I wonder what your bitch made
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Key word, we ain't bothered by the shift change
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Driving in the public, all that NY thuggin'
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My guys, Jeezy and Young make up for something foreign
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Hop up in the 'Raris then we smash out
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Just see your bitch behind, he got her passed out
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Five figure discount before I take a handout
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Park the 'Raris, we about to pull the Lams out
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Free Miller, though, young cracking my nigga hotta
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Release ain't coming soon, I pray you see it sooner
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Young neck roll in them Js, my nigga, lucky sleep
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My new bitch pussy cheap, I fuck her twice a week
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No, we don't do Felice, my meals is takeout
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Stash rules, put my winning in what you take out
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We out here clocking Feragamos with the lace out
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Bitches watching like the police on a stakeout
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Yo nigga, you's a mark like Sanchez
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Cali king, I ain't talking about no mattress
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And your bitch a hoe, I treat her like a sneaker show
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Had her on the kid, coming like a week ago
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And chew me on some hot nigga
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Like I talk to Chancey when I shot niggas
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Like you seen him twirl then you drop, nigga
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And we keep them 9 millies on my block, nigga
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And bout to keep it on him, he don't drop niggas
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And he be walling, he some hot nigga
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Tune's known to get busy with the Glocks, nigga
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Try to run down and you can catch a shot, nigga
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Running through these checks till I pass out
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And shorty give me neck till I pass out
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I swear to God, all I do is cash out
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And if you ain't a hoe, get up out my trap house
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I been selling crack since like the 5th grade
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Really never made no difference what the shit made
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Ja-ja told me trip them packs and how to maintain
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Get that money back and spend it on the same thing
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Shorty like the way that I ball out
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I be getting money, time to fall out
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You throw that cash till that gold was all out
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Shorty love the way that I floss out
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Free Greasy, though, let all of my dogs out
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Momma said no pussy cats inside my dog house
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That's what got my daddy locked up in the dog pound
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Free Fey, don't know, let all of my dogs out
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We gonna pull up in that hooty, like we cops on 'em
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With them 16's we gonna put some shots on 'em
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I send the lil' die, I send the drop on 'em
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She gonna call me up and I'm gonna send the hots on 'em
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Grinding savage, that's what we are
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Grimey shooters dressed in G stars
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GS nana goes so hard but GS for my gun squad
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And bitch, if there's a problem we gonna come abroad
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Shots popping out the AR
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I'm with Trigga, I'm with Rosha, I'm with A Roll
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Broad daylight and we gonna let them things ball
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Tell that nigga free Nishio, some weight, free Breezyo
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And tell my niggas 'Shmerda teaming, yo
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About a week ago, week ago
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Fuck with us and then we tweeting, hoe
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Run up on that nigga, get to squeezing, hoe
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Everybody catching bullet holes, niggas got me on my bully, yo
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I'mma run up, put that gun on 'em
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I'mma run up, go 'thrum on 'em
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Niggas got me on that young shit
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Got me on that go dumb shit
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