(Hook)
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Thirty inches on the truck, nigga, no rule
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And I don't get this car, sucka, no look
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Gon' drive it crunked up, nigga, straight mud
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So your first impression is a nigga sell drugs
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I got ball, playa money, y'all get keished up
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And if you get money, nigga, we can link up
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I might pull to the club in the grey shorts
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I'm smokin' out the pound bag, nigga, straight bud
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(Verse)
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These fuckin' shootaz strange, let 'em bitches hang
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Jest this easter lana nigga, spend this easter lana kane
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The girls sprain, I'm actin' when she see my chain bling
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Fucked so many diamond necklaces her neck turn into ecstasy
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Just came back from Texas, I just reel up with the Mexicans
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When I phone the plug, I don't delete, I love these messages
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Gucci Mane neglect the shit, I started all this flexin' shit
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Bells of cushion, bells of perm to different adresseses
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White shit that I'm sellin' will make you turn on yo relatives
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Cop the plug, come shout with me, you know I got them melodies
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Kush so strong, gotta smoke it in the rest room
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Niggas say they got that gas, well, Gucci got that Jet fuel
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(Hook)
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Thirty inches on the truck, nigga, no rule
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And I don't get this car, sucka, no look
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Gon' drive it crunked up, nigga, straight mud
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So your first impression is a nigga sell drugs
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I got ball, playa money, y'all get keished up
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And if you get money, nigga, we can link up
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I might pull to the club in the grey shorts
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I'm smokin' out the pound bag, nigga, straight bud
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(Verse)
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I put fours on the Coupe, they say it wouldn't fit
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And I drop thirties on the trunk, they say the same shit
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Told them thirty for a brick, they say I'm insane
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But it's a try, they say Gucci say the same thing
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All my rockets 'sache, chicks sendin' for a T-Shirt
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I got thirty on my hippies, then they clip it how the heap work
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Cold ass nigga, they should call a nigga AC
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Got these niggas ? I drop three 'em in my EP
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Foes! And when they come to hold you, I got 'em
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Keep them playn games with they chains, so I shot 'em
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Got it, realest nigga in it, don't you doubt it
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4 hunit for that Rarri, bitch I'mma jump up out 'im
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Go, hiump!
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(Hook)
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Thirty inches on the truck, nigga, no rule
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And I don't get this car, sucka, no look
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Gon' drive it crunked up, nigga, straight mud
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So your first impression is a nigga sell drugs
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I got ball, playa money, y'all get keished up
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And if you get money, nigga, we can link up
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I might pull to the club in the grey shorts
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I'm smokin' out the pound bag, nigga, straight bud
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No Love
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Gucci Mane |