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(Yung Lan on the track) Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd Thang 'round, 'round me, n***as figured out (Blrrrd) I think I got n***as figured out (Yeah, yeah) Blrrrd, set 'em up, blrrrd We certified, that thang around me, I got this sh*t figured out Put R.I.P. in front they gang for runnin' they mouth, chasin' clout I caught that b*t*h and kept on squeezin', way after he hit the ground Mista get on side your car and let the whole sixty clip out Ain't goin' back and forth with no rapper, I put sh*t in the cloud Man, Tee Da P know that I'm tired and miss 'em, can't even keep a smile Mixed the dead opps with the Baccarat, for sho' you ho goin' down We slimin' sh*t out, this our summer, got some, then don't come around See somethin' we want, gotta gеt eight-balled, we know it's murdеr and take Be damned I let you blow my mission, I'ma just go to the face BSG don't lock the backdoors, get introduced to the snake Wop back with me, he beat a shh, Hank and them fools still on the way We certified, that thang around me, I got this sh*t figured out Put R.I.P. in front they gang for runnin' they mouth, chasin' clout I caught that b*t*h and kept on squeezin', way after he hit the ground Mista get on side your car and let the whole sixty clip out Ain't goin' back and forth with no rapper, I put sh*t in the cloud Man, Tee Da P know that I'm tired and miss 'em, can't even keep a smile Mixed the dead opps with the Baccarat, for sho' you ho goin' down We slimin' sh*t out, this our summer, got some, then don't come around If he play, we might roll up and smoke him like a Backwood stalk 'Cause it gets shady and get shiesty when you come from out that South I'm a slimy a** young n***a, mama said, "Boy, watch your mouth" And I get grimy 'bout that cash, the plug better not say, "It's a drought" He not a ho and I ain't one neither It get cold, I keep that heater 223's, Glock Ninas, FNs, call her fina When I'm goin' through some things, I get a hot head, yeah a fever When I wanna numb the pain I pour a eight inside a liter, yeah Break it down, add me up, come and see what I'm worth I'm known all around, what you think they pay me for a verse Disrespect my name, I try my best to put 'em in the dirt We ain't stuntin' none of these lames, we hittin' pussies where it hurt We certified, that thang around me, I got this sh*t figured out Put R.I.P. in front they gang for runnin' they mouth, chasin' clout I caught that b*t*h and kept on squeezin', way after he hit the ground Mista get on side your car and let the whole sixty clip out Ain't goin' back and forth with no rapper, I put sh*t in the cloud Man, Tee Da P know that I'm tired and miss 'em, can't even keep a smile Mixed the dead opps with the Baccarat, for sho' you ho goin' down We slimin' sh*t out, this our summer, got some, then don't come around Blrrrd, blrrrd James about that check, boy
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