[Chorus:]
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Serve them birds, tote K's - Chevrolets on top of blades
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All of us got throwaways, bustin out the Escalade
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Bustin out the Escalade, bus - bustin out the Escalade
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Bustin out the Escalade, all of us got throwaways
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[Verse 1: Yung Joc]
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Heard a lot of niggas got a lot to say
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Save ya breath or state ya case
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Speak yo mind and be on your way
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Cause I ain't got time for the games you play
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Every nigga in my squad gotta strap
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Grind heard to put the block on the map
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Ya CD ain't sellin, and the people ain't yellin
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I'm telling you I'm goin back hard in the trap
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Hustlenomics all I know, flip that money stack that dough
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Think it's funny slap that hoe - take his money tax that hoe
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Yeah I said I'll say it again when I play, I play it to win
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Choppa, chop off all ya limbs - Doc it ain't no savin him
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[Chorus:]
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Serve them birds, tote K's - Chevrolets on top of blades
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All of us got throwaways, bustin out the Escalade
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Bustin out the Escalade, bus - bustin out the Escalade
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Bustin out the Escalade, all of us got throwaways
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[Verse 2: Trae]
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Niggas mad but I'm here for the crown
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All mark ass niggas better lay the fuck down
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Homie I'm the king when it come to these streets
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You don't wanna go there nigga sit the fuck down
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Boys get low every time I get round
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If I take it to the hood you'll never get found
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When I come out with the K, everybody better pray
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When I bust you can hear it from the other side of town
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Get a few of these, runnin at you like fans
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All fly ass niggas get dropped to the land
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Then I gotta few goons on stand for a grand
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I'm a asshole sittin with a nice set of hands
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G for real I put the H on that
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Talk shit bitch I'm a get a case on that
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Fuck rap I done put 'em in they place on that
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I'm the certified truth goin off on the track
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[Chorus:]
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Serve them birds, tote K's - Chevrolets on top of blades
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All of us got throwaways, bustin out the Escalade
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Bustin out the Escalade, bus - bustin out the Escalade
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Bustin out the Escalade, all of us got throwaways
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[Gorilla Zoe:]
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Fuck with a nigga like me get ya whole head bust
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Cock back and bust, I stay strapped cause I love that rush
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Hollow points flip and they bust yo guts(nigga)
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Head on the pillow, you in a coffin
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Momma she cryin, yo kids they orphans
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Ain't no shells cause nigga we fought 'em
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I'm that problem you can't solve 'em
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Cook 'em, chop 'em, serve 'em, shop 'em
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We go broke my nigga we robbin
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Eat what we can, while ya'll play possum
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Shop with ya boy my products awesome
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We stay strapped one five carbon
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Eighteen flat and it ain't no bargain
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Got that work so I up my margain
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It's a drought so yeah I charge 'em
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[Chorus: till End]
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Throw Aways
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