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Yeah, yeah, huh, huh, ya' dig?
Yeah, yeah, huh, huh, hahaha, doo-doo-doo
Yeah, yeah, huh, huh, haha-haha
Yeah, hey, huh, huh, phew

Walk in the trap with a whole lot of artillery
Why would I let these lil' n***as come get to me?
Why is it that all of my friends turn to enemies?
Why is it that all of my family depend on me?
Why did I spend five bands on some denim jeans?
I know these n***as who broke, are you kidding me?
She give that Mortal Kombat head, come finish me
Kick us up off of the court, we all in thе streets

I abide by my gang, I'ma abide by my guys
If he run on thе gang then you know he gon' die
And we smokin' on gas, b*t*h you know that I'm high
If a n***a talk sh*t then you know we gon' slide
And I walk in the trap with that Glock on my side
And I beat up the kitchen, I'm whippin' up pots
And I'm smokin' on gas 'til I'm high in the sky

Yeah, phew
Phew

Yeah, huh, whole lot of racks on me, yeah
Whole lot of racks on these jeans, yeah
I smoke the pack, serve it to the fiend, yeah
I smoke a pack, serve it to the fiend, yeah

(Hey, hey, hey)
I abide by my gang, I'ma abide by my guys
If he run on the gang then you know he gon' die
And we smokin' on gas, b*t*h you know that I'm high
If a n***a talk sh*t then you know we gon' slide
And I walk in the trap with that Glock on my side
And I beat up the kitchen, I'm whippin' up pots
And I'm smokin' on gas 'til I'm high in the sky

Woo-woo, woo-woo
Woo-woo, woo-woo