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Uh, look Uh, okay, okay (Olman80) Uh, spazzed out, tryna figure out how I blacked out In the traphouse with b*t*hes doing lashes with they a** out "Ambitionz Of A Ridah" in the background The streets is like the octagon, if you break down, don't tap out N***as out here storytellin' so the police, they camped out What happened to that old sh*t, hit super MACs and go max' out? F**k them others who let the flash out, fall face first like Pakyal I post pics holding prop guns but it's real sh*t in my background Mashed down, MAK-90 hit the backstreets and get crumbed, ayy, ayy Hit the Eastside with the AGs and go dump, yeah, yeah Yeah, I'm tired hanging like a bandana 'round a Crip n***a steering wheel New brand new set of wheels, new bad b*t*h, hair and nails done A1 like raw year, plenty residue dollar bills Potting licks out at the Playa's Club, you get tied up like Dolla Bill Yeah, I got mine out the mud, n***a, like a lean-head popping seals I said I got mine out the mud, n***a, leaving yellow tape, popping shells (Yeah, uh) Fresh out of jail, got it hot as hell Retaliation, n***a, might as well Yeah, my young n***a get a lot of kills, ah Busting missions out of Boneville With the cocaine, I made a lot of seals With the proceeds off a clientele Bought a hundred guns with a lot of shells Get the opposition, n***a, slide to hell Had to show these n***as I could rap-rap Made a half a milli' out the trap-trap But the kitchen table like a tat-tat With the .38, n***a, blap-blap Young Gunna, no slatt-slatt With a couple screws like I'm Fat Pack Rolls Royce, n***a, matte black After this verse, it's a wrap-wrap Bleed n***as like I missed 'em Mike Amiri jeans, spent a Crip on 'em Chopping blocks like a Flintstone I'm mixin' dog with the fentanyl All blood money getting rinsed off With the royalties from residuals They side, they love us but I'm dissing 'em Flipping hoes, that's original Sh*tting on 'em, that's intentional All these rap n***as ain't original Every single one sound similar I can't pick and choose who to listen to I cook waves, we flooding 'em, n***a Compet**ion, we f**kin' 'em Every four hunnid, forty-eight grams Make sure we gon' double up, ah Twenty-five bands four times N***a damn near ran a hunnid up They should've never gave them n***as no money Knowing they was finna run 'em up, ah F**k it up, but then f**k it off N***as having money, I can't tell Give a f**k about no government Them n***as politic theyself, yeah (Yeah) Spazzed out, whole lot of Vs lining up at the back house (Ha) Told 'em wait 'til you all the way behind the gate before you pull your cash out (Ha) Put a little extra baking soda in the pot and get another half out (When?) You only got one body, n***a, that ain't really sh*t to brag 'bout (Ha) I can push the b***on right now, I can get a couple n***as scratched out (Brr) Like I'm a waxing menace, we gon' smoke them n***as, then we gon' stab out (Ayy, I'm stabbed out) I heard he had your spot mapped up Got your b*t*h tied up with a gagged mouth Went in the closet, took that bag out (Where it's at, b*t*h?) Put all the pounds in the Hefty, look like we taking trash out (Haha) If it's pressure, we spin and we ain't gon' let it drag out (Brr) Told that b*t*h to put up that plate and don't leave them bags out Where I'm from you can't put up your peace, it's getting bad out (It's bad) But I'm a straight goon, doing push-ups and holding us in a dayrun (Ha) Your turn to eat comin', but it ain't soon (It's my turn) I'm cooking up, the downstairs neighbors can smell the yay fumes (Hahaha) I stacked so much money that I'm running out of safe room (Ha) Machine, haha, yeah
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