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Alright, okay Hol' on cuh where the f*** is my cup at b**** ? B**** where the f*** my drank at I'm tryna fill this bag up, where the bank at I'm tryna blow the Opps up, where the tanks at? I'm tryna poke a n**** up, where the shanks at? Bust a play, make a couple bands then box that I'll shoot a Mickey on sight, I don't box rats Stretch a rubber band around this s***, I can pop that Make her turn around and bust it open, can you pop that? Man I had a bad day, I wanna shoot somebody I just bought some Prada shoes, I wanna boot somebody I just sold a hundred pills, I might hoop some oxys F*** around 211 functions, might loot the party B**** let me see your cake, I need inspiration I'm finna shoot a house up, with no hesitation I'm finna wet a block party, no celebration Just scammed this billionaire, out of town for eleven acres Young n**** getting to it, you see this plain Jane Spend eleven racks, get it back, and buy the same thing When I hit your b**** raw, I let my chains hang All up in her face, yea she say that you lame gang Four-fives, extended clips and a stick on it B**** was putting gloss up on her lips, I put my d*** on it I told her put it in her mouth, so she can lick on it Spank the Opps bad like they my kids, put a switch on em' I done made a ten piece, from selling re-roc I just copped a whole twelve, I need like three pops Bust a presi' face on the rollie, this a G-shock Durk I need a switch on this b****, this a G-lock I might Spot em Got em his a**, f*** them Reeboks F*** around and light his a** up, and make him beatbox I might leave his body cold, I pulled the heat out I be all up in your b**** crib, with my feet out Got it out the trap, not a rat, but it's cheese out Real dope boy, in middle school i brought the fiends out Tryin' to pour a four, the ice cold, then pour the green out Run up in your crib like SWAT, and get cleaned out I done stole Lil Dee pack, where the blacks go? Pulled up with a six and drop some tris' , where the act go? I'm finna O-Dogg some s***, where the Mac go? I can turn a millionaire broke, like Fat Joe My b**** pulled up brat mode, got her back broke Hit that lil b**** from the back, till' the fat poke He in a pack, a n**** said crab, let the strap poke Bitch you darker then a blacktop, you lil' black hoe Just a Child coming through the BackEnd, ain't gotta Cap though I had popped him then I sealed him like a gift, ain't gotta wrap though You gone be broke your whole life, I had to stack though It's a problem if I see a snake n****, though the back door I'm finna Hawk this n**** down, I'm in a Track though White Runtz inside the wood, this ain't crack though Hit this n***** wings, it was Mild with my Black bro I remember hopping in a stolie, driving fast though I remember hitting n***** houses, with my cast though Twelve years old, spanking n***** blocks, ducking crash though Push the whip, it was me and Gman tryna pass though Tryna knock this n**** out his shoes, he got some fast toes My teacher pissed me off, she wore flops, she got fat toes Get inside the field and run it back, that's a flat four I mean a four flat Don't come text me 'bout no b****, come get yo hoe back Ha, the plug mad I ran off on him, come get your dough back I remember taking n***** liquor, where the store at First time I seen bro squabble, I was so fat I just told the b**** I'm Chxncy, where the Cho at? Ain't got no dough, you find the hoe where the road at N***** blessing fiends, you find the coke where the stove at Devil tryna get the best of me, I had to cope that Stanky ass b****, get in the shower, where the soap at? Ha, these n***** steady upping bread, where the loaf at? As soon as a n**** hear my name, that's where the troph' at 308 hit a n**** face, he getting blown back Cigarette smoking ass b****, got a throat cap
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