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Turn me fuckin' on, yeah, I hit that bitch, now I'm fuckin' gone
If she wifey man, I might put her on, put her on the Gucci shit
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Take you to a flight, then I grab a bike
I'm talkin' about that Banshee; it might cost your life
It cost a couple of bricks to ride the stick shift
Cause this a Porsche, you in a fuckin' Honda, nigga
You fuckin' with Mr. Chronic, yeah
Don't make me pull out, man, that fuckin' tonic, yeah
I'm blowin' on that sonic, but this ain't no coke
It's a fur coat, yeah, this a man-dingo
I pull it out, the bitch starts suckin, starts singin' in her mouth
Yeah, y'all niggas ain't gettin' money on the couch
In your bitch's crib, man, in your bitch's ass
But I'm on the motherfuckin' gettin' the fast pass
And I'm in the traffic, man, doin' a fuckin' dash
And I fuckin' twist and pop pills; I don't crash
Yeah, and if I see your bitch ass, I'm on your ass
On your ass at the motherfuckin' red light
Don't try to take off at the red light
Yeah, I gotta get a light; I gotta light the spliff
Cuz it went out, cuz we fuckin' talkin' shit
That's what the fuck we do, that's how the fuck we move
Yeah, it's a few of us, but we got a deep crew
If something pop off or jump off, bets believe
We got niggas outside, like to jump off
Yeah, we like the Navy, bitch, we like the Navy Seals
And we comin' back for all the kills
We got 500 confirmed kills
So play with us shit, get real
And we do them drills; we don't need no pills
We don't need no coke, nigga, and we ain't no joke
And we got the fuckin' machines gun in the coat
It's the trench coat playin' with me you a ghost
You gon' be on the coast floatin' with the rivers
Floating with the fishes, wash you like some dishes
Put you in the motherfuckin' U-Haul truck
Because all you had to do was pay up the bucks
Now your mama miss you, your sister miss you
Because, man, now go grab her some tissue