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Endzone
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Gucci Mane
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Double R's Eighteen, eighteen, b*t*h Y'all know what the f**k goin' on Y'all know we really run this sh*t Yup WavyBoyProductions Yup Stretch the pack, I threw it long like I'm Cunningham Taxin' for P's in my trap like I'm Uncle Sam We put the hundreds and fifties in rubber bands Can't get them all, reimburse them then I made an oath to the trap, I won't work again Back in trap, flippin' work in Remember the days I ran on the ten speed Now your boy up in a Bentley I ain't energetic, but wait till you see them new VV They ain't gonna want me on TV Blamin' burg, riches like Stevie D n***as can't see me, they may makin', wanna be me Posted the drip, now yo' b*t*h hidin' out, come and see me Gave her good d**k 'cause she pee-pee These n***as hoes, catch him in traffic, they Drake and I bet on the low Tryna get rich, that's the goal But these n***as textin' my gang, so I'ma expose them Know he don't really want smoke Said that he gangster, but see for a tinted-like hoes f**k yo' big dawg, he a ho I jump on that f**k sh*t, he tellin' the Tell-A-Lino We get 'em in for the low My clientele good, I ain't posted in front of the store They done f**ked up, and freed Ghost One step on his shoe, I'm dumpin' 'til you hit the flo' f**k all that internet posts A hundred, some shots in the corner, his ass gettin' Ghost We stashed the dope in the floor The junkies, they runnin' in, after the swing in the door I hit the plug for a boat Finesse and make jugs on the low, outta realest of low Wait 'til I ice out my throat and ice up my wrists And put ice up on all of my hoes They ain't gon' like when I pop out with trap money Backends, I serve you a load of my show The .30 is on me, I up it and blew it In trouble, he leaking he gone come out to go But nah, I'm really just sayin n***as out here pullin' humbles and think they the man These n***as makin' these diss songs Get you in the end zone, get glizzied up on you and your mans Make your b*t*h eat up the drip Thinkin' 'bout textin' me, make his ass eat up the clip Plug gave me up on the flip Deposit the profit in, when I go make me a flip Might have to meet on the ship I'm on the island, the Patek, the plug on the blimp I can't see none of these shrimps Big shark in the water Immediately, n***as can't swim You see the "F" on the rims I'm the car, do the dash with a b*t*h, nah, it Kim Drippin' sauna, might make a spill Might make a stain, but I'm still out here packin' a steal My youngin, he fresh off a kill f**k all that talkin', you ready to do him a drill Boy you ain't not for real All that tough talkin', you had a big gun off the pill You the same n***as that campin' on bodies, they don't got no will, you ain't got no kill I'm the same n***a that post up with choppas and wait on you b*t*hes to come do a drill, b*t*h
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