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(A guy by the name of PepperJack Zoe) (PepperJack Zoe) Fross Get blue cheese like Rio, ayy Head crack sh*t like Cee-lo, ayy Talk that sh*t, better get low, ayy Don't want them dogs at your peephole, ayy You don’t want them Z's walking down to catch one Back end, grab a scope, just attach one Want smoke? Roll it up, we can match one Too much dirt in this match, grab the black one Like, f**k n***a mad, get your bread up, ayy I was f**kin' on his b*t*h, now he fed up, ayy Know we put sh*t down if you let up, ayy Tell Trap sit, now he get wet up, ayy ’Cause we way too sturdy Thirty-six zips, that's a birdy Been in thе game, no jersey Streets so slimе, they tryna take me out early I pick and choose with them hoes 'cause they all ain't worthy Know my n***as gotta talk that sh*t Hellcat fast, but she still suck d**k Bands on the tag, what it cost my drip And this boy won't last when he feel this clip NYC, high speed on the one-way I just took off, them n***as still on the runway Murder on my mind, f**k it, this a redrum day Rollin' off X, plus we sippin' on Bombay Dead man, dead man, them guns out No, we don't talk much, we plot it out Bad b*t*h wanna get lit, her tongue out Back then, she ain’t f**k with me, but f**k now Four deep, pop out, hop out on the Yukon Trapland booted, I don’t know what he on Sleep is for the week, so I don't even sleep long He thought he got a zip, but I gave that boy a Deon 12 on my a** and I’m duckin' them n***as F**k on my b*t*h like I'm f**kin' my trigger I get the bag and I’m talkin' them digits Them boys on your a** 'cause that bag on your figgy I really ran a hundred K up off Green Dots And I don't f**k with groupies, they be tryna take screenshots I just cracked a seal, tryna see what this lean 'bout And we don't pick or choose, gotta wipe the whole team out Get blue cheese like Rio, ayy Head crack sh*t like Cee-lo, ayy Talk that sh*t, better get low, ayy Don't want them dogs at your peephole, ayy You don't want them Z's walking down to catch one Back end, grab a scope, just attach one Want smoke? Roll it up, we can match one Too much dirt in this match, grab the black one Like, f**k n***a mad, get your bread up, ayy I was f**kin' on his b*t*h, now he fed up, ayy Know we put sh*t down if you let up, ayy Tell Trap sit, now he get wet up, ayy 'Cause we way too sturdy Thirty-six zips, that's a birdy Been in the game, no jersey Streets so slime, they tryna take me out early I pick and choose with them hoes 'cause they all ain't worthy Duh-duh-duh Get blue cheese like Rio, ayy Duh-duh-duh Get blue cheese like Rio, ayy Duh-duh-duh Get blue cheese like Rio, ayy Duh-duh-duh Get blue cheese like Rio, ayy
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