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(It's a Wayne beat) Alright Early as hell, n***a, me and Wayne still cookin', alright It's 7 in the morning, finna pour another pop Just from ran from the state boys, had to throw another Glock Stop talkin' 'bout the bag, n***a, show me what you got Made thirty yesterday, I might just blow it on a watch Hit the bottom of the pint and had to open up the top Had to tell unc' I'm straight if he smoke another rock Brodie in the joint with a shank 'bout to poke another opp This a fully-auto Glock, but I hold it like a chop Breakfast time, pourin' Wocky in the orange juice Drinkin' real Alpharma, the orange juice Flipped the script on a fan, pulled out my phone, "Let m? record you" Noddin', slobbin' off drank, I might snore too I hate buyin' threes of l?an 'cause I might pour two Went to the O to do some features, but we scored too Came back with three pints of straight drop Ready for the war, I bought three nines and one Glock Six of Morton Grove, n***a, me and D-Nice on one pop Yeah, alright, I got a six of Morton I got a six of Morton Grove, it's just me and D-Nice, we got one pop I can up the four-nick' off my hip and make a truck stop Bro got caught with some OJs on, alright Bro got caught with OJs on the Greyhound, the bus hot Thirty pointers on the bezel, alright Thirty pointers, alright, alright Thirty pointers on a bezel, that's display, bro, bust not I can drink lean and sleep 'til next year, I got a bunch of snot Shiesty n***a, put it on his head, got my cousin popped My son old enough to watch my music, I don't cuss a lot Psych, n***a, I don't give a f**k a lot B*t*h, I got big hips, I can tuck a chop Punchin' in and out on these beats, I used to punch the clock Just bust another watch, n***a, that's thirty Just bust another watch, that's thirty racks for a f**kin' clock He just grabbed the ball and now he want a zip, he a f**kin' cop Beat my pockets' a** last night, they got a f**kin' knot I let Coochie Man bust the hoes down, I don't f**k a lot If we talkin' rap money, I done touched a lot B*t*h, put the whole d**k in your mouth, stop tryna suck the top Left the bottom of the watch plain, I'ma bust the top SK'll cut a tree down, that's why it's called a f**kin' chop Thinkin' to myself should I drop that Lam' truck? Or should I sit back and stack another hundred bands up? Walkin' out your b*t*h room zippin' my pants up No cap, in middle school, I f**ked two hundred grand up Only sellin' zips, you want a gram, what? What the f**k that n***a just say? Let me stand up Spice talkin' got it hot in the booth, cut the fan up Thumbin' through a whole hundred grams f**ked my hand up Ghetto Boyz sh*t, n***a, you know what the f**k goin' on N***a, yeah B*t*h, you know, ah Free Big Ghetto Free C, free Young, n***a The whole Ghetto Boyz sh*t Can't f**k with the Ghetto Boy clique B*t*h, I got steroids in the clip, these some strong bullets I just bought a .308, them the long bullets
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