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Uh, uh, ooh Lil' n***a on top like a motherf**kin' addict And I just put ice on my Patek You know I been stackin' Uh, uh, lead that L462 gang Love for my brothers Lil' n***a on top like a motherf**kin' addict And I just put ice on my Patek You know I been stackin' 24 funk 'cause these sh*ts'll get tragic I named my Glock magic 'Cause it'll make you vanish I'm all bout my pesos, I'm Spanish This TEC'll do damage So get out the way, I go savage This chop like a camera, 'cause this b*t*h a cannon And it ain't Carmax so just watch where you standin' Plotin' like Lester but you know I seen that sh*t comin' Huh, hold up, wait Friday night lights with the way we got them guards drummin' Huh, hold up, wait Money on money, you know I got my n***as thumbin' Huh, hold up, wait Remember they hated but every time I dropped some music Them n***as, they bump it, now These n***as, they broke as a b*t*h Tryna be but a b*t*h N***a you and yo' mama's a b*t*h Hoe 'bout my commas Lil' n***a been up on my commas You went to the drama and sh*t N***as been sleepin' but they tryna take off pajamas 'Cause they see I'm poppin', lil' b*t*h My n***as like kitchen workers 'Cause my n***as like sweepin' and moppin' and wettin' up strips You know I got bands on me And I walked in this b*t*h with a couple of fans on me And I'm hot like some pans on me And I trap out where ever so know I got grams on me And a thot with her hands on me 'Cause she see I got money, got rubbin' her pants on me And them hollows gon' hit 'em from front and back Makin' sandwich and hands but the jam on me Creep down his block and my n***as gon' spin it, spin it, spin it, spin it again When I lose cool my momma always try fixing me up And then drillin' me in Ever go broke then it's back to the trenches Then try use that 40 start killin' again Took a few losses but you know I'm back on my feet Had to get to that Spanish again We runnin' his pockets like pat-down Got this 40 won't rush so no smackdown I got money so n***as can't laugh now I ain't remember I used to be a**ed out I'm smokin' on pressure I'm ga**ed out Remember I started rappin' was trashed out Now I know I'm a dog with the pack now You n***as is pu**y like cats now You know I got bands on me And I walked in this b*t*h with a couple of fans on me And I'm hot like some pans on me And I trap out where ever so know I got grams on me And a thot with her hands on me
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