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They love that sh*t They love the street sh*t f**k n***as talkin' 'bout, n***a? Gang sh*t, n***a They really love when you living too, though, gang (Iced Out Records) Yeah Pop a Xanny bar, get to actin' wild Cappin' ass n***a need a cap and gown f**k a pu**y, tell 'em real n***as back in style Smoke sh*t like a black and mild b*t*h, I rap and ride Fifty-thousand off that fetty, this a bank drop Put a dukey in my pop, yeah, this straight drop I'll turn a n***a tee into a tank top I'm the type of n***a catch a body, I'm on every block Get 'em whacked for 700 like Yeezy sneaks I heard all your opps pu**y, that's a easy beef Pull up, shoot him in his sh*t, then we flee the scene And I never let a n***a Young Jeezy mе I won't smoke with whoever, I'll smokе whoever Got lil gang up in this b*t*h, I put 'em on whoever I've been present for a minute, got foot on the pedal Realist n***a in this sh*t, I need to own a medal Got better jewelry than the rappers, ain't went gold or platinum Got a two-tone Audermaur, yeah, this b*t*h gold or platinum I heard they hating with their eyes keep sh*t [?] I made fifty-thousand in Atlanta, I'ma blow at Magic Yeah b*t*h, I made fifty-thousand in Atlanta, I might blow at Magic n***a, what? b*t*h, I made fifty-thousand in Atlanta, I might- Man f**k that I made fifty in Detroit, I might just blow at Truth Or I'll slide up in Mustangs, we finna throw a coupe b*t*h, I ain't talking 'bout the cops, but we them boys in blue Yeah, told my n***as set the play and I'ma throw the oop Told that b*t*h she set a play and she might lose her life It's six o'clock and I can get a n***a blew tonight If you got rats up in your circle, you might lose a stripe They like, "Why you hang with all the robbers?" I'm the shooting type n***as always switching teams they got forty jerseys I ain't really got no friends, n***as know I'm scurvy Yeah, put that thirty on that boy 'cause I know he Curry I'll up a Rol' on your b*t*h, yeah, I know she thirsty She ain't never had no bag or no ice for real You a lame and your ice ain't real I can tell you ain't no plug 'cause your price ain't real I'm the type of n***a cut the lean and up price on seals n***a What we on gang? Still Robbin Season, b*t*h You know how we coming, man Know how I'm rockin' Big 6 n***a, Drank God Yeah (Iced Out Records) We really on that
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