(Intro)
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Yeah, king of the muthafuckin' streets is back, nigga
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I bet ya pussies thought I was gonna let you breathe for a second, huh?
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Got me fucked up, hustle gang ova everythang, nigga
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(Verse)
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200 key inside the pluso, we duckin' the people
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You were Your Highness of the streets, bitch, you are nothing as equal
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200 bricks, I'm tryna see in the back of that Diesel
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I'm bout whateva, try the truth, it ain't nothin' pieceful
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Fuck with the truth, you might just wound up in that murder sceners
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This thing right pull up ova glass, bitch it's a murder sceners
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How many given hit that light and send that murder scene?
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See, ain't the way the king can get away with that murder clean
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Caught my first body the age of a young'n
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I went from that to sendin' young'ns out gunnin' for somethin'
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Call it band camp, our boss pull up shootin' and drummin'
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So many twos, swear to God I'm professional plumbin'
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Now what ya pussy niggas talkin'? If I pull a-ridin' on ya
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You might be pullin' off in that coffin
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Real kids will do fake kids and leave ya bodies swimin' like dolphins
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Religion make ya the holly doubter, nigga, that don't happen often
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Migo put me on game, this why this flame is hard to stand
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Next to yo dame who givin' brain, she insane, I'm comin' change
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I'm on the locks, shit, if it's hot
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I get the blocks and hit the plane
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I'm talkin' private, no domestic
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I'm an asshole, lift chains, nigga
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Hot Nigga (Freestyle)
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Trae |