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Masterminds
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FRESCO
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(Fresco, that's cold) (K$hareBeats) Drunk a six ounce of Wock', my whole pop polluted Tell the feds free Gunna Man, they tryna stop the movement My b*t*h into doin' fraud and prost**ution Hop out in a tailormade suit like the mobsters do it Used to watch Paid N Full, that was my influence What's the point of havin' soldiers 'round and don't know how to use 'em? B*t*h, you pull that strap out, best know how to use it Gucci scarf wrapped around my head, but I'm not a Mus— (A what?), I mean I'm not a Muslim Just sold a hundred 'bows of loads, I do not be woofin' I can berak down the AR and not be lookin' When I pop them pink Percs, my eyes get crooked Me and Los found the secret sauce, we masterminds Rio's tryna buy all the drink, I gotta stash some lines Pull through the hood, jump out and dap my slimes I be feelin' like we all we got half the time Ask somebody else to hit they weed, I ain't pa**in' mine Pour a deuce in the peach Crush, I never had this kind Seen an opp with his kids, he get a pa** this time Then seen him by hisself, that's his a** this time Dog thought he was gettin' off, I had a mag this time Was ridin' with a brick and a Draco, but the strap was mine Last time I seen Boogs, we drunk red, I got Act' this time Cook my dope in expensive water, it was alkaline Just know a n***a disrespect me and a Glock gettin' upped The apple don't fall far from the tree, my pops'll bust You can leave gas at the gas station, but the pop's a must Sorry if I had an att**ude, I was Wocky'd up Bro, please don't get your f**kin' head bust with that c*cky stuff I need a cleanup on aisle five, she just mopped me up Sh*t I don't want her pu**y, the top enough Before I bought my son an outfit, I was dressin' choppers up I got seven ice trays on my neck, but I'm hot as f**k If you ain't sellin' dope, you can't stand on the block with us Last n***a disrespected me, somebody popped him up I don't know who did that sh*t, I'm in the O countin' guala up Every thirty days, I put a hundred thousand up And I'll sell you some adlibs for three thousand bucks Listen, bae, I ain't tryna f**k with your childish b*** Caught them n***as sittin' on the strip and shot McDonald's up
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