(Hook x2)
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I keep that heavy metal like a rocker (like a rocker)
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Called around for him, he gon need a doctor (need a doctor)
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On parole but I’m ridin with this chopper (with this chopper)
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And that bitch go boom, shaka laka
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Boom, shaka laka, he gon need a doctor
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We in that kitchen whippin, getting cake like Betty Crocker
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Purple red and vodka, have him screamin when I pop up
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20-20 vision when that beam up on that chopper
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(Verse)
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I keep that heavy metal like a rock band
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Plus I’m in the kitchen so I got gals
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Bake em up, whip em up and then I chop grains
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Servin fiends old enough to be yo pop’s fam
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I’m a don, I’m a motherfuckin king
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Spend like 50 on a bracelet and 100 on a ring
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Keep a choppa tucked in that trash bag
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Poppin up in that black jack,
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Compton’s up in that crack stash
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Now they come for my black ass
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So deep boy, got niggas as decoys
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Hold on niggas, we’ll destroy
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Plenty of niggas want beef boy
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First come that boom nigga
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Then come that shot nigga
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Just like a boom nigga
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Get swept off that block nigga, you drop nigga
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(Hook x2)
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I keep that heavy metal like a rocker (like a rocker)
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Called around for him, he gon need a doctor (need a doctor)
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On parole but I’m ridin with this chopper (with this chopper)
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And that bitch go boom, shaka laka
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Boom, shaka laka, he gon need a doctor
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We in that kitchen whippin, getting cake like Betty Crocker
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Purple red and vodka, have him screamin when I pop up
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20-20 vision when that beam up on that chopper
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(Verse)
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I keep that choppa stuffed up in a duffle bag
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Remember me and black, we used to hustle scams (hustle scams)
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You heard the MX6, I had to fuckin jet (word)
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Now we tellin all these rappers that they fuckin trash
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‘Cause at the top is just fuck niggas
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So when I drop, give it up nigga
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Duffle bag is my gold name, from cocaine to the dope game
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I got no shame, you don’t know pain
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I wear ball maine with my gold chains
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I’m on, 30 grand on my arm
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25 for my bracelet, get 20 more on job
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That choppa stuck to my palm
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They lock me up and I’m gone
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Now 25 is to low so I’mma try to stay gone but uh…
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(Hook x2)
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I keep that heavy metal like a rocker (like a rocker)
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Called around for him, he gon need a doctor (need a doctor)
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On parole but I’m ridin with this chopper (with this chopper)
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And that bitch go boom, shaka laka
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Boom, shaka laka, he gon need a doctor
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We in that kitchen whippin, getting cake like Betty Crocker
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Purple red and vodka, have him screamin when I pop up
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20-20 vision when that beam up on that chopper
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Boom
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| Ransom |
