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CARL LEGRETT
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(It's a Wayne beat) What up, Wayne? You know what the f**k goin' on, n***a, Ghetto Boyz sh*t (His name's Pablo) Damn, I forgot Pablo on there too I be posted on the block like a hitchhiker So much dog sh*t on me right now, I need a big diaper I don't want no crushed ice, I need a big diamond Just caught a snitch jumpin' on a plane, ma, I finally seen a pig fly This the one, this Pablo and Wayne on the beat Had to switch it up, all y'all sound the same on the beat Walk up on you broad day, leave your brains in the street When I sign my deal, I'm puttin' bricks of 'caine on the street Okay, I know y'all from the hood, but I'm ghettoer If my b*t*h don't listen when I talk, I'm sellin' her She put thе head on me, ate it up, I'm scarеd of her Just slid on the opps, tryna see if my Beretta work I got Amiris on with the rhinestones Cali plug, I be gettin' my work from another timezone You ain't got a hundred K in your stash, stop lyin' on it You don't need a hundred shots, just hit two n***as in they top, I dropped five on 'em I surprise me I ain't gotta hide my money now, I gotta hide me I'm cool with puttin' a n***a in the game and he outshine me Gotta understand the rules to the game and how the times be I been runnin' like a Charger Hellcat, redline me This one n***a with a million racks tryna sign me Rio could've bought a million Scats, but he bought lean Can barely fit my money in my pocket, need some caught jeans Tonight, I'm off some purple, I ain't off green Somebody pray for your baby, I done offed fiends Lost keys, lost the trap phone, and I lost fiends No sleep got me loose as hell, I done lost weave Damn, I can't believe he ran off We literally just got into a shot-for-shot standoff I was f**ked up just on the Southside gettin' grams off Bud threw me two 'bows of glue and I ran off Okay, I gotta move my gun around, cut the camera off Sold a n***a two zips, but it was really just a gram of soft Tryna see how many pros I made How much a box of Arm & Hammer cost? Ayy, Louie, how much Balenciaga sandals cost? Last n***a sold dope on this block, we ran him off I was tryna nut in her for years, took the Magnum off How the f**k did I get indicted sellin' basketballs? The opps ain't even tried to kill me yet, I'm mad at y'all I was just in Flint sellin' crack, I'm in Panama Tryna sell soft on Skid Row, cut the cameras off Paid eleven hundred for the sandals, but I had 'em off You might as well retire from this ballin', your handles off You can't even control your surroundings, you had a chain and they'll snatch it off Upgrade the dash in the Jeep, take the bracket off Pants sag, racks on me bad, displayin' it on Saginaw Lied to my b*t*h like, "I'm at home," but I'm in Saginaw Ridin' with a stick and thirty G's, hope they don't grab the dog Thirty racks for a half a B when I'm grabbin' dog Got my white b*t*h stayin' in a Bnb just to grab the cars FN'll knock his bumper off, look like he crashed his car I'm in the strip club codeine sippin', I walk past the par I'll drink a plain pint of prometh' 'fore I drink fake Wock' Caught my first body with a Drac', now I hate Glocks But I can't really put it on my hip, that's why I hate chops F**k it, I'm finna walk around with eight shots Just poured a pint in a little Sprite, you poured eight pops We in Flint, but we got the weed House of Dank got Yeah, y'all n***as, man Alright, I got my strap, you got your strap, let's have a bang-out My b*t*h got her hair did today, she left the bang out Hold on I just poured some of my drank out, yeah Matter fact, put the dank out
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