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Hey, nigga, gimme some of them water and chip's, shit
Lock 'em up, nigga, lock 'em, bullshit
Hey, look, nigga
Get out there, nigga
These niggas ain't sho' ta riz-ayd, right
We gon' get in and get out
We on a roll, nigga
I'ma walk it down, now
Fuckin' wit deez out-a-town niggas
Got me watchin' up on my back and strappin'
Pistol packin'
Who ever thought dem fools would catch on
And we was sellin' rock while up in the back of the broll
See da plan was to make a transaction to match
Three calos, for under the zone, a hundred thousand cash
You know da deal, nigga You know da outcome
Dub c and c mac take tha money 'n run
We gettin' close, hot as fuck
Burnin' up in his drive
Two pace, mirror checkin' doin' sixty-five
I seen the state patrol five times, swear to God
He make this stop, better have nine lives
Nigga speak
Where You at?
Close nigga
You just have the cash right so we can go's, nigga
I never tell no
Nigga when I'm comin' through his town
Set us up, get a crew, gun his town
Fuck that, I dun dis shit befo'
After we twist deez niggas, we gon twist some mo'
Out-a-town nigga havin' a pistal in hand
Whatcha paper, You fuckin' wit some jackets, player
Shit happens
Don't fuck wit a niggas cash
Niggas blast, when it come to cash
Niggas mash, on dat ass
Don't fuck wit a niggas cash(t'is da season to be janky falalalala lalalala)
Niggas mash, on dat ass
Fo' a niggas cash, niggas blast
Hits j, sit straight, dey ain't even check
Swiss suitcase, jit
We ain't stop to count da cash, nigga
Shit, nigga, I believe
It was two a dem gas cans, was fulla straight heata
Fake twista, took her ass back to da piz-ad
Sent some mo crystals back to da liz-ad
To make some mo trick-climbin'-blatant-nigga loot (wooh!)