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Ay ay We talking real life Ay ay , ay ay , ogk That bitch tryna f*ck on me (tryna f*ck on me) She tryna smoke my shit she don't got no weed (She don't got no weed) That boy tryna smoke on us he don't got no That boy tryna smoke what ? That Nigga don't got no guns She try f*ck wit me , she ain 1 That bitch tryna f*ck on us Even tho we the gang , we good We got dem racks That bitch tryna f*ck , she gon tax We gon run that shit , real racks Real real racks We whippin that shit up Bitch tryna get wit us Bitch tryna get wit us (Get wit us) He can't get wit us (He can't get wit us) He can't smoke wit us , he ain't the 1 That Nigga a bitch , he a wood That nigga can't smoke real woods We got it good I know that nigga wish he could You know we eating good Yea we at Benihana's Nigga can't really rock prada Nigga don't really got product He ain win wit us And we up , yea You ain't gon do that shit She smoking all my weed That nigga can't do nun wit it (Do nun wit it) He can't pull that trigga (Pull that trigga) He can't do nun wit it (Do nun wit it) He can't do nun , shited (Do nun shitted) Hit that boy he shited (Hit that boy he shitty) We got real weed (We got real weed) We smoking that shit , real tree (Shjt, real tree) That nigga tryna talk That bitch tryna text on me (Tryna text on me) Bitch tryna f*ck on me (Bitch tryna f*ck on me) She don't really got no weed (She don't really no weed) He don't really got no uh- He don't really got no guns That bitch got the runts Me and him smokin real runts (Smokin real runts) That bitch tryna f*ck wit me She ain got runts Bitch tryna f*ck me , she ain the one Not my one She not my bitch , she the one She let him hit my son That nigga , he my son R-r-r-real runts He don't got real shit , he gon run We smokin on racks We got real bags He rocking that uh We rockin that ah