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Stumpee gon pull up, pull up, pull up I could really do a lot with this (yeah), I could really make a lot of hits (yeah) And you know when I pull up (yeah), you know that I gotta lot of drip (yeah) All my n***as really here again (yeah), getting high like an alien (yeah) I could really do a lot with this (yeah), you know Stumpee make a lot of hits (yeah, yeah) And I’m here with my boy Slippy (yeah), and you know we gonna get litty (yeah, yeah) Pop one then I get dizzy (damn), and you know that my n***as with me (with me) Had to go back, to my regular state (yeah, yeah, yeah), I had a lot on my plate (yeah, damn) I had a lot to take, but this is my fate, I can’t loosе any weight (yeah, yeah, yеah, yeah) I get the racks and I blow them on shoes (yo, what?) Cause I don’t have time to go spend them on you (no, no) I’m about to blow up, you can tell by the views (yeah, yeah) She can see i’m a star, so there’s nothing to loose (no) We not on the same level, don’t get it confused (no) Get right with the water like i’m on a cruise (splash) We like Batman and Robin, we coming in twos Yeah, yeah, that’s true All of this ice ‘round my neck, think I’ll freeze (yeah) Saying I got potential, ain’t know what you mean (yeah) Saying he got a stick, but he meant from the tree (yeah) Baby, I am an alien, walk off the scene (what?) My phone blowing up, I can’t answer no calls (nah) And we still getting money, we still got no flaws (bow!) They switch up like the season, from Summer to Fall (Summer) Shooting like 23, cause I still gotta ball (ball, yeah) I never did work in school, teachers was mad at me But I know I’ll be richer than that whole academy (richer) Oh, okay, I got it, but why is you mad at me? (yeah, yeah) Please squash the beef or it will be a tragedy You typing behind a screen how you feel about me, how ‘bout you chase a bag? (chase it) Cause last time I checked, you still going broke, and I’m still flexin’ with that cash (yeah) I could really do a lot with this (yeah), I could really make a lot of hits (yeah) And you know when I pull up (yeah), you know that I gotta lot of drip (yeah) All my n***as really here again (yeah), getting high like an alien (yeah) I could really do a lot with this (yeah), you know Stumpee make a lot of hits (yeah, yeah) And I’m here with my boy Slippy (yeah), and you know we gonna get litty (yeah, yeah) Pop one then I get dizzy (damn), and you know that my n***as with me (with me) Had to go back, to my regular state (yeah, yeah, yeah), I had a lot on my plate (yeah, damn) I had a lot to take, but this is my fate, I can’t loose any weight (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Aye, Tip toe, we at his window, n***as be cappin’, they sayin’ they gang We runnin’ around and we bussin’ yo brain, that n***a talked on me, my choppa bang I’m not from this planet, I am an alien, invading your area if I feel like I’m Zimp n***as talk sh*t and we shoot in his skin, and I pull up with 30’s so run up ya money This ain’t a game, this is not funny, I’m takin’ ya life, so give me your money It’s a whole lotta red, we stompin’ around, I heard you was lackin’, so send us a drop We came from the bottom, we head to the top I swim in that pu**y, I feel like The Rock I’m king of the n***as, I feel like I’m Leon f**k wit that girl and she f**kin’ wit me I’m playing these b*t*hes, I feel like a Playboy I’m shooting real deep, I feel like I’m Curry, you play with the gang, we empty the 30 (aye) I pull up with chop’, so you don’t gotta worry I run up the bands, I believe that I’m stacked, I’m dunkin’ on b*t*hes, I feel like I’m Shaq We run in ya house with a Glock and a Mac, and if you try to touch it, you gonna get wacked I ball on these n***as like 2K, or like Greek the Freak All my songs locked up in the vault, I can’t do no leaks If she f**k right on the first night, then she for the streets 30 pack if he run up on me, he gon be deceased My bank account came with too many ones, b*t*h I’m the GOAT like my name was Lebron These n***as trappin’, I’m passing them calm, while that b*t*h shoppin’ at Gucci Walk in this b*t*h and she claim that she knew me, treatin’ these b*t*hes just like they some groupies None of these n***as my friends, I just might fly out to France I get this b*t*h in my pants, probably why these jeans be saggin’ Go to the bank and I’m laughin’, young n***a gettin’ dineros Sorry, sir, I’m not a hero, b*t*h I’m OJ like a villain Showin these lil n***as just how it’s done right, I bought this gun for a reason, I won’t fight We can send that n***a straight to the sun light Keep that right ammo on it, and it’s a good night I could really do a lot with this (yeah), I could really make a lot of hits (yeah) And you know when I pull up (yeah), you know that I gotta lot of drip (yeah) All my n***as really here again (yeah), getting high like an alien (yeah) I could really do a lot with this (yeah), you know Stumpee make a lot of hits (yeah, yeah) And I’m here with my boy Slippy (yeah), and you know we gonna get litty (yeah, yeah) Pop one then I get dizzy (damn), and you know that my n***as with me (with me) Had to go back, to my regular state (yeah, yeah, yeah), I had a lot on my plate (yeah, damn) I had a lot to take, but this is my fate, I can’t loose any weight (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Let’s go, let’s go!
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