[Hook]
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If I'm winning, the whole team winning, see?
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If I'm winning, the whole team winning
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If I'm hitting, the whole teaming, see?
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If I'm hitting, the whole teaming
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Oh shit, my whole click victorious
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Oh shit, my whole click victorious
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Oh shit, my whole click victorious
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[Verse 1]
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Okay – no shit, whole click gone like a light switch
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Off that loud, I know you can hear the mic clip
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Up real late with your girl on the night shift
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Show her how to ride that dick, no license
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I don't know rules, bitch, you're fucking with an outlaw
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Ten deep, looks like I pulled up in a clown car
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Ride for my dogs, couldn't do it without y'all
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High as a kite, people tell me it's a downfall
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If I'm winning, the whole team winning, see?
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If I hit ‘em both, the whole team understand
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Girl chocolate, her best friend lemon head
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No interviews, I'm talking in the bed
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Finesse and Funk Master Flex
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In autumn see me taking shots like a Western
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Up in the penthouse, you still in the Best Western
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2]
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Six feet deep, goin' down ain't an option
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Kickin' down the door of your cockpit
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Bottom of the map but money is the topic
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Top of the world, you're looking microscopic
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Straight up – I don't need no juice
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Lil' sticky in the Swisher got ‘em stuck like glue
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No V-neck, nigga, just me and my crew
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Drop a bomb on your head, got a pocket full of nukes
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I lost my mind, shorty, let it all loose
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Whole team gettin' in, she ain't even gotta choose
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Tryna hang over here? Better off with a noose
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Ol' hating-ass nigga, hit his mouth with a deuce
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For really, I'm feeling like a milli'
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Alumini, Bat Gang, LA is the city
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That I'm reppin' the most, but on the East Coast
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Sup? I'm good…
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[Hook]
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Victorious
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Kid Ink |