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Ayo, go boy, Lil Man
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Uh, uh
It be cold in the summer, uh
Might catch me runnin' up numbers, uh
Might catch me hangin' with Gunna, uh
Might catch me countin' them commas, uh
Might catch me ridin' in Hummers, uh
My neck and wrist doin' numbers, uh
Might catch me in your city
Or maybe up in the country, uh
Other boy know not to touch me, uh
Other boy know he a dummy, uh
Other boy know I'm gettin' money, uh
Other boy know I'm gettin' money, uh
This Glock hold two hundred
It got a drum in it and I got good aim so I'm gunnin', yeah
I do what I want and you do what you can
'Cause I'm him and I ain't never frontin', yeah
They say that boy somethin'
Yeah, that boy pilin', yeah, that boy always up to somethin'
Yeah, they thought that they could stop me but really it's nothin'
Yeah, you know that I'm still comin'
Yeah, you know that I'm still stuntin'
And you know that they hate it, but I love it
And they say that it's beef so I'm cookin' her up
And they say that it's beef so I'm cookin' her up
And they say that it's beef so I'm cookin' her up
And they say that it's beef so I'm cookin' her up
And they say that it's beef so I'm cookin' her up
Yeah, I don't get tired so I'm never done
They act it's a game but I'm never fun
I ain't one of them lames so you better run
And the black on they safe 'cause I got the funds
It's just the right price
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