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Phew
Drank God
That shit on
(Juss cookin' it up, nigga)
Yeah
Hmm, on God
Four hunnid on the jewelry
For real
Hmm, right now
Yeah
Drank God
Keep that shit going, gang
Hmm, hmm (what?)
Yeah, yeah
Bust down Rollie, I don't fuck with no police (yeah)
I up big blickie and dog, well shit
Real street nigga, I don't hang with no rappers
Pop out at niggas' shows, take all that shit (on God)
Four hunnid in jewelry, me and big Will, nigga (yeah, yeah)
Pull up on the six, yeah, we all got blick (oh yeah)
Steppin' on shit, five thousand blues
Good dog, take it too, mix it all with Fent'
Dog Shit Records (yeah), I was gettin' money back with Lou Gram
Cookin' up lean in the pot (good money)
Hunnid bands on me, slide at LD
Nigga feelin' like Mike, twenty-threes on the drop
We don't argue with opps (pussy)
We'll never squash shit, quit callin' (hello?)
Niggas still ain't dropped shit, quit stallin' (ha)
You cuffin' that bitch we doggin'
Nigga
Pull up on the side of a nigga
Take the eyes off a nigga and I don't really like to play about opps (opps)
And I'm in the trap with a light-skin bitch
Like to cook my dope dick and I don't play about pots
Junkie had to get a quick fix
Let him hit a lil' rock (rock) and he said I got straight drop (drop)
How you know I got it out the shop? (Huh?)
How you make it lock? (How?) How you get it in with the Glock? (Hold up)
Pull up on the side of a nigga
Take the eyes off a nigga and I don't really like to play about opps (opps)
And I'm in the trap with a light-skin bitch
Like to cook my dope dick and I don't play about pots
Junkie had to get a quick fix
Let him hit a lil' rock (rock) and he said I got straight drop (hold up)
How you know I got it out the shop?
How you make it lock? (How?) How you get it in with the Glock?