Ft. Cory Gunz
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(Hook)
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We ain't playin' with these niggas, we just goin' at they necks
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We ain't playin' with these niggas, we just goin' at they necks
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We ain't playin' with these niggas, we just goin' at they necks
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Where's my paper, where's my checks?
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If she good, I don't need this Pyrex
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We ain't playin' with these niggas, we just goin' at they necks
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We ain't playin' with these niggas, we just goin' at they necks
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We ain't playin' with these niggas, we just goin' at they necks
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Where's my paper, where's my checks?
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(If she good, I don't need this Pyrex)
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Check
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(Verse)
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Papa tell me where, mama pack some stove
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Tell her whip the shit good and don't touch it till it's gold
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I remember bein' a yungin', like seven years old
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Jumped off the porch early and black corners got cold
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Listen to me, all this money in my sock
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Young ? watchin' Pac serve the block
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And they seein' that I move the rock
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With this hand now I done learned a lot
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Like I can team up and load a Glock
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Or how to sit in the car and watch the clock
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And birdcall if I see the cops
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Prolly hearin' me tho and fearin' me tho
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In this black sombrero we been bumpin' the locks
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Now here I come, so ready or not
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(Verse 2)
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Where you goin' on my way to the top
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Muthafucka I'm just building a knot
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Off Hennessy rock, bandana round my head like Pac
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The whole team strapped up like Swat
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I wish she would ? when she was a prop
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Reload, take clip, pacpac
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I shoot this bitch till she stop
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On my YG shit, out of L.A. with two top blunts
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Servin' that few ridda'
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We got guns that go biggidy biggidy
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Dirty fresh beatbox
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Put yo flick on yo shirt and yo brain on a knee shot
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Uh, now let that marinate
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Yeah
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Talkin' flat line, no soul like Rose and Reebok
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This is real as it get, when I'm gone get the net
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Muthafucka
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(Hook)
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We ain't playin' with these niggas, we just goin' at they necks
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We ain't playin' with these niggas, we just goin' at they necks
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We ain't playin' with these niggas, we just goin' at they necks
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Where's my paper, where's my checks?
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If she good, I don't need this Pyrex
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We ain't playin' with these niggas, we just goin' at they necks
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We ain't playin' with these niggas, we just goin' at they necks
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We ain't playin' with these niggas, we just goin' at they necks
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Where's my paper, where's my checks?
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(If she good, I don't need this Pyrex)
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Check
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(Verse 3)
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I'll catch ya string like Ricky
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Tongue caught, put 'em in the ring like Ricky
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Rob a nigga for kicks
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Leave yo chick gassed out and with some J's like Nicki
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My bitch cold feet, I got a lot of cualas
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You ? but I'm not in yo gutter
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I'm not a new dolla, for your sake, just know
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I won't give two fucks, I'm not a koala
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Who wanna wabbly wabbly? Gallagubly gorpe, the murder terrain that you wreck
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You follow yo Pala, then I ride the Poseidon
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Sada pastrami pastrala the verp
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To front to vertify the otha side cause I got OCD
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A lot of niggas think they do, but don't a lot of niggas know, G
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I keep it ghostly, G
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In this cool can't approach me, G
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Don't leave a nigga with a toasty T
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That'll ring yo bat' on me to charge
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Hopefully you got a life like Mofy G
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My flow reee reee, you ain't that shit like Cory
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Like I don't even let the story breathe
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I gotta kill em all, Twizzy
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Anybody fuck with you, my bullets they will all receive
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Cause if coam gets teez and corporate fees
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And organ squeeze, this coffin please
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And court TV
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We at the muthafuckin' neck
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Same as did er'body in they fuckin' set
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Tryna beat anybody in my fuckin' set
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Fuck you think Tune put me down for?
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The muthafuckin' rep, one scene, B
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Militia gangbang, nigga chain ring
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Thing bling
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The brain hang, got yo main on my dang dang
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Playn sucka I'mma snuff her
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Takin' me wang thang
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She in the underground, mane
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(Hook)
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We ain't playin' with these niggas, we just goin' at they necks
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We ain't playin' with these niggas, we just goin' at they necks
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We ain't playin' with these niggas, we just goin' at they necks
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Where's my paper, where's my checks?
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If she good, I don't need this Pyrex
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We ain't playin' with these niggas, |