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Yeah, what bag I'm in? (It's with a K, dumbass) KrispyLife, oh, no, I f**ked up b*t*h Better get your mans, or we gon' keep beefin' Young dog'll do my dirty work for a deep dish pizza If I f**k, I will not be leavin' If you text a n***a back, "Hey," I'ma think you cheatin' iPhone user makin' rolls off the flippies I'm intoxicated, I just took her soul off the Remy She a dime b*t*h, but I'll never throw her ass a penny We all know Glocks ain't got no safety, but I got more straps than Jimmy Told the hood I was comin' back in a Bentley sh*t real, so we gotta take the chopstick in Benis Drop two hundred out this b*t*h, got a Glock, Smith, the fifty I ain't tryna wrestle with nobody, I'll pop me a n***a Clip shoot for seven days, so I'ma keep on squeezin' Call Mike, he don't stay far, he close by Beecher Got an E on an important test and almost burned my teacher Hit a n***a on top his waves, and I left him dreamin' Knew we was gon' blow before it happened, I'm a visionary I was sellin' real ice cream next to Ben & Jerry's Ghetto Boy soldiers, b*t*h, we the new military That new FN pack more horses than an engine carry We bought four Perc-10s from Chuck and a six from Barry Had to turn the flashlight on, it was gettin' scary Put the red beam on his head, I bet I hit his cherry n***a, you ain't really from the Fifth, I sold a brick on Ever got into it with a n***a with more money than you? I can tell that you broke, and you knew I knew On house arrest, I had no pops, so I did the juice b*t*h suck my d**k 'cause I'm fat and I'm kind of cute I seen five friends, and I'm claimin' two Gave Rio one and I'm savin' two Beat dog ass with brass knuckles and Mace him too Mike smokin' zazas, and he facin' too My b*t*h made me rice with some fish that was panfried Please approach me the right way, read the fan guide I'll drop a hundred out the chop until my hand tired Thirty racks for this plain-face Rollie, but the band diamond b*t*h, and it match my chain Me and bro came up with a plan, we get racks the same Doggy ain't never shot sh*t, I got an active aim I prayed to God for a whole brick, then the package came Man, y'all n***as out cold, bruh, y'all gon' let me go to sleep It's the next day, I gotta do my eight, alright He did a half-spin when I shot the fin, that's one-eighty Cash Kidd with the glass red, please pray I make it Got insurance on that pint, I'ma take it back and say I breaked it Oh, he just dropped another whip? I'ma finna make 'em paint it Don't talk to me 'bout broke sh*t, you gon' make me laugh Mike f**ked my b*t*h without a Mag', it didn't make me mad b*t*h, don't do that when we in traffic, you gon' make me crash Just bust a date with a young b*t*h that look like Stacey Dash Man, we should've left that n***a sleep f**k
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