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Yeah, jump up in that whip with that motherfuckin' fye
Bitch, we back to back, abe and will boutta slide
Poppin' out potato, bitch, we poppin' out with fries
Bitch, you know I'm up in the sky, bitch, I'm high
Nigga talkin' shit, but we hit him with that fine
Nigga talkin' shit, but we hit him with that
Nigga talkin' shit, but we hit him with that blick too
Nigga talkin' shit, I'ma fuck on his bitch too
Nigga said I snitched, bitch, snitched on who
Bitch, we poppin' out with black and white, no kung fu
Nigga really dumb as shit, he need come threw
That bitch dropped a fuckin' atty, and then come threw
Nigga buried to the fuckin' game, even said I do
I know you don't wanna steal that whip, nigga, but I do
It's a black ugly monkey, lil' nigga, you like yahoo
I tell the opps it's on sight when we meet, nigga, yahoo
Fuck goin' to that bitch crib, the opps outside
I just got, bro, this new gun, so let's go slide
We in the oven everyday, poppin' shit, no hot fry
The opps on the net talkin' shit, so come outside
I don't feel like rappin' the whole song, so, bro, come slide
I don't feel like rappin, fuck
Bro, they told me to come slide, so I came by
All these niggas holdin' fake racks, yeah, these niggas lie
Put a nigga on a shirt, laughin' when his mama cry
Pull up with a blick, then you know it's fa fa fa fa fa
Run up in your house and you know I'm finna take your stash
Try to take a stack, boy, you know we gettin' on your ass
Nigga think he safe, cause it's Winos Bulletproof Clash
Able will, back to back, get it, yeah, we gettin' cash
Nigga think he cool with 50, boy, you know that shit won't last
I been gettin' hella money, but I want some more
Run up in your house, we the reason niggas lock their door
Why you actin' like you don't suck dick, baby, you a hoe
Niggas talkin' shit, I'ma pull up, bro, to grab the pole
Yeah, bitch, we breakin' in your house
Nigga lock the door, tell a nigga so I can live they life
You like Dr. Phil, broke nigga
Try to steal my chain and his dumb ass fail
Why the fuck you lock that nigga up and you post his bill
Ha ha ha, he is not family
Nigga, you like, fuck with a lil' kid, she's an anomaly
Love a brodie, breakin' in they crib in they property
Big cuz say I'm speakin' slung, told me speak properly
Nigga caught a cop, son of a gang, not police property
Ah, nigga on these seven crates, this ain't Monopoly
Told Will to come and spit his shit and he came properly
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Big three