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Fuck they thought?
Five percent tint on 'em whips (whips)
Thirty some shots in 'em clips (clips)
All my niggas gangster but you know that we throwin' up Crips (Crip)
She slob and she suck on the tip
Left a lil' cum on her lip (yeah)
Left her with the gang 'cause I know that she go for the flip
Disrespect we knock ya off
In the club, bitch, we pop it off (bah)
Real nigga since day one, I move they carpet out
Need some sauce to top it off
Hoes and niggas be droppin' sauce
But that boy been a bitch back in the day made him drop it off
I'm the one they talk about (that me)
Once it's smoke nothin' to talk about (yeah)
Shoot up in ya car house, may lay outside yo' mammy house (brrt)
Slide until the sun come out, catch a opp let a hunnid out
Crime scene, yellow tape, police broke them lil' numbers out (man down)
Keep a drum then make the band, Draco chop like a ceiling fan (woo)
Any nigga want it best believe that he can get it man
Keep a drum then make the band, Draco chop like a ceiling fan (huh, for real?)
Any nigga want it best believe that he can get it man (yeah)
Don't shake no hand I shake the spot (spot)
Get the drop then we wet some blocks
Call the box, highspeed the NOS
Got away had to feed the block (skrrt)
Don't play, see bitch, I keep it cop
Stop shooting when all yo' people drop
Walk 'em down with the Draco, this what we call the dirty chop
Ain't talkin Perc' them 30 pop
Convert the way we drop this top
Don't ask am I gon' pop the Glock
Just say if you want smoke or not
Draco blow I choked him out
In a rental I'm hanging out
Five percent this bitch for the weekend, just to walk 'em down
Five percent this bitch for the weekend, just to walk 'em down