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(It's a Wayne beat) What up, Wanye? Ghetto Boyz sh*t Alright First off, Ghetto Boyz the clique I claim Wore a rope to go and buy my ice, this the pick-up chain Paranoid, make too much noise, four-nickel bang Four pockets full, eighty racks, I might trick today Eleven in the morning, I already drunk a six today I might spend ten racks just on drip today Yeah, I rap, but I just might make a brick flip today That might be close, that ain’t Actavis, let me lick the drank I got Tris, Wock', and red, you can pick the drank I got bad b*t*hes at my shows and they finna faint Brodie snuck the, ah Brodie snuck the burner in the club, got me feelin' safe Mad as f**k I pulled up on timе, got me feelin’ late b*t*h walked in triplе D, I think her titties fake Young n***a run to the money like we in a race Stuffed d**k in your b*t*h mouth, made her fix her face b*t*h said she cookin' lamb chops, b*t*h, I need a plate I don't want no more ramen noodles, b*t*h, I need a steak I ain't comin' over just to f**k, b*t*h, I'm here to stay Opp took a piece off his head, call him flattop b*t*h pulled up big booty, she got ass shots No disrespect, run up a check until the bag drop Seen my n***a Wayne make two hundred off his laptop These hoes hangin' on to me like when a crab lock Damn, I guess they holdin' on I leave items everywhere ’cause I’m a rolling stone The lines, keep a couple n***as with me, can't roll alone Get a n***a popped, put your soldier on Okay, us to Flint is like when Bird put the ’Nolia on I can cruise through the 6, be on the 7 'cause I know the zones You know I gotta bust the plain down, blowed a seven alone Hittin' the corners hot 'cause the feds got a tail on me I don’t sell dope, why the f**k I got a scale on me? Caught a n***a lackin' off the turtle, dropped shells on him Cooked some straight drop work, it's a pale color Followed the opp all the way to Portland, we trailed his Blazer I'm off two double C's, so when I nut, it's a Chanel flavor Bought a 2020 Ram truck today, I might sell it later The Hi-Tech turned brown on us, the red ancient Hit a b*t*h every holiday, I'ma celebrate her Every two days I go up, I'm an elevator When you see the opps, you don't shoot, you a hesitater I'm off Wock', I was sleep, but I was woke, I'm a meditator f**k her sister, got her beefin' with her twin, I'm a separator Damn, we couldn't afford that new house, we Section 8ers b*t*h pulled up training bra, yeah, she flat-chested Call me when you got some lean, I'm an Act' tester f**k around and burnt the brick twice, it got black feathers Hit his car with the four-nick, he got a crackheader Hit a big b*t*h off a Perc', I'm a fat stretcher b*t*h ran off with my cake, I'ma whack Deborah If she ain't got what she supposed to when I get there, I'ma smack Stella My focus is the breakdown, I'm from the crack era You can't even count what I just spent, boy, it's no tellin' (Not at all) I done got hot, my temperature read I'm meltin'
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