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Yo
My n***a we lit (My n***a we lit)
N***a, we lit (N***a, we lit)
F**k all that sh*t you be talking (Uh)
F**k all that sh*t you be talking (Uh)
F**k all that sh*t you be talking (Uh)
F**k all that sh*t you be talking

I'm in that b*t*h with the .30 on me (.30 on me)
You know we rich, I be storing bands (Storing bands)
Me, I just be cooling out (Uh)
I let the money dance (I let the money dance)
I got that .40 up in my pants
I told your shawty to watch her hands (Watch yo hand)
I took that b*t*h to the Waffle House (Waffle House)
If her feet ugly I kick her out (Kick her out)
I came a long way from bagging grams (Nagging up)
Now I got all types of different fans
Riding around in them foreign sh*ts (Skrrt)
If I go broke I'm extorting sh*t
I only talk bout imported sh*t, loyal fee, loyalty, n***as don't know 'bout it (They don't know 'bout it)
I usеd to hang at the dope houses (At thе dope houses)
I used to give all the smoke out it (All the smoke out it)
Stowing that four pound or smoking a whole pound (Smoking a whole pound)
It was just me and my four pound (My four pound)
I hop in the whip and I roll out (I roll out)
She sucking my d**k, she my ho now (My ho now)
I'm f**king her friend
She give me a threesome and now that b*t*h calling me "bro" now (Bro now)
I woke up with three different b*t*hes and I swear I don't even know how
It was no hope where I'm headed at (Where I'm headed at)
I dare you to try tell a felon that (I dare you)
You hit my line we can settle that, if I don't answer my jack then you dead on that (Dead)
They nowhere close where my level at (Nah)
Walked in this b*t*h like, "What up, where that cheddar at?"
Linked with execs who don't know where no ghettos at
Where they get hit and bring no purple medals back
I-I taught him all that he know (What he know?)
She thought lil' bro was a rookie (Nah)
These b*t*hes outta their mind ('Cause what)
'Cause they think the dough worth the pu**y (Ah)
We went from trapping to politics, ratchets anonymous, traps be like colleges (Woo)
We say we come and we slidin' but y'all call y'all OGs to come talk us out of it
We was groomed, the block got us ready
I stood by the blender 'til I got a headache
First day I started sell rocks by the deli
Don't give em nothing, these thots gotta beg me
She want a baller, these b*t*hes be thirsty
She's throwing it at me she know that I'm up
I text her phone, her friends tell her, "Good luck"
She f**ked the first night, that's gon' get her stood up
Every line quotable, quartable, my diamonds noticeable
They f**k with gang out in Tokyo
I'm taking photos with fans, tryna be sociable
I can whip grams 'til they floatable (Ah)
See me, I was playing the stove
I had my block in control
I put them bricks on the road
And I pray that we don't get pulled over
You better keep your mouth closed
See real n***as never fold
See me, I was playing the stove
I had my block in control
I put them bricks on the road
And I pray that we don't get pulled over
You better keep your mouth closed
See real n***as never fold
See me, I was playing the stove
I had my block in control (Block in control)
I had my block in control
I had my block in control

I had my block in a chokehold
Trappin' right by the Sunoco
I even flagged down the old folks
Now know me like Tony Romo
12 ridin' by takin' photos
I'm tryna stack some change
Stack it up, watch how your dough blow
Now you tryna look for a stain
Big move, b*t*h, yeah, I'm a savage
Yeah, we got them packages and it's litty
I met a b*t*h out in Bali now she wanna come and hang out in my city
We thought some n***as was with us, they start acting iffy, we told 'em go missing (Bye)
Come to find us they was watching you, n***as was plottin' and nah, I ain't with it
I had to sleep in the trap homes
Bet I won't leave 'til the pack gone
Nights on the couch, on my back bone
Feds come, I'm breakin' my trap phone
I hit the Ave., it don't look the same
Butcher don't sell but he cook the same
Homie think **** took his chain
That's what you get from this crooked game
I took the cash, overlooked the fame
Don't f**k with these n***as, they b*t*h and lame
I hurt my wrist tryna cook the 'caine
If you ain't with us then stay in your lane
See me, I was playing the stove
I had my block in control
I put them bricks on the road
And I pray that we don't get pulled over
You better keep your mouth closed
See real n***as never fold
See me, I was playing the stove
I had my block in control
I put them bricks on the road
And I pray that we don't get pulled over
You better keep your mouth closed
See real n***as never fold
See me, I was playing the stove
I had my block in control (Block in control)
I had my block in control
I had my block in control

(Ricky!)

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