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Most hated
Bank Sinatra
I keep a swisher 40 to roll
Walking down the block like I'm Bishop 40 belows
Tell him give you 40 of those
We hit them before they close
A quarter of this 40 pros
I'm OT I'm gone with those
Rollie arm is froze, with no heat ma it's cold
Play the block like Ibaka's role
Me and GY like OG Juan and Hov
Every brick we 40-40 on it
20 Go to the clique make sure that shorty want it
Ain't mad as lips when it lifts like when you blow a trumpet
Done with your shift on the strip make sure you throw them something
Ruger tight, none of my shooters fight
Bank stop do the dice, I don't win someone lose a life
My Muller light, bought out better and I don't do the ice
My shoes is Mike, rugby sweater with Freddy Krueger stripes
No turning back I'm here now
Buck be done shutdown, what you gon wear now?
Nigga fuck style cause I don't care now
But let me spit some shit that burn your ear down
What's all the commotion bricks appear in the ocean
Dress too sensitive quick to wear your emotions
Hit with devotion I don't care if you focused
Clip in the tray like roaches where the smoke is
When the work won then holler at me
You need work done then holler at me
Word to my first son we white collar happy
Put my paws on the powder then call that product scrappy
There's no love in hip hop
Punches thrown I bobs it like the brother of hip hop
Step down off the yacht LV duffel with flip flops
Twist a hustle I dip blocks hope your muscle in tip top
Ran out of squares you out of shape
Like here's me mask off and take what's out the safe
We only let gats off when things get out of place
By the waist my niggas keep it like shit it's not a case
No turning back I'm here now
Buck be done shutdown, what you gon wear now?
Nigga fuck style cause I don't care now
But let me spit some shit that burn your ear down
Talk my nigga
If y'all was running things on this court
Y'all wouldn't be able to walk my nigga
What you thought my nigga?
Wonder why your money ain't tall that's
Cause your mind thinks short my nigga
Fought my nigga?
Who? What you do? You was never that
Who you shoot? Who you screw? Let me measure that
What you move? One or two? Where your fellas at?
Hit your crew one or two, what?
No turning back I'm here now
Buck be done shutdown, what you gon wear now?
Nigga fuck style cause I don't care now
But let me spit some shit that burn your ear down