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(Ain't that DJ Chose over there?)
(Look like DJ Chose)
(HardBody)

Yeah
Fuck this [?] second line
I'ma put that Nine on whoever ain't respectin' mine (Baow, baow, baow)
I'm in my bag, nigga, plus I got a drac' in mind
I'ma put that Nine on whoever ain't respectin' mine (Baow, baow, baow)
Yeah, I'ma paint the city red (Red, uh)
It's a bag on they head
Pussy you got dead niggas, don't be dissin' mine (Bitch, uh)
Fuck them niggas make 'em second line (Baow, baow, baow)

Fuck a hater, cross the line, and get your mind wiped
Dropped a bag but I'm gon' ride to make sure that it's done right
Still thuggin', still posted in the cut
I just bought the block, bitch that was us, yeah
Hit him in his leg, have him walkin' like a pimp [?] (Yeah, yeah)
Catch him down bad, then I'm goin' with my real mood (Yeah, yeah)
Know that I be plottin', I been itchin' for me one more (One more)
I just got this poppin', now I'm lookin' for the huncho
Let the bands play (Woo)
How the fuck I end up first, I was in last place? (Yeah)
[?] I hopped out of jail and bought another drac'
Niggas know they play me, they see an early grave (Baow, baow, baow, grrrrah)

We gon' bring the drop top
Reppin' 'til the drop ball (Yeah, yeah)
I hear a tickin' on his head, that nigga a cop though
Bad bitch in my DM, wanna fuck her but she [?] though
They play me like I'm dumb, hoe, I'm a college drop out
I pop pills, I'm a Perculator (Woo)
And you ain't gangsta, blood, your momma cuz she raised a faker
A hunnid rounds, I crossed your more times than the fuckin' Lakers (Baow, baow, baow)
The judge [?] on me, a menace, I ain't even stable
Rock you like a [?], nigga

(Ain't that DJ Chose over there?)
(Look like DJ Chose)
(HardBody)

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