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You ain't stepping like we stepping You ain't got it like we got it Yeah you know we from the Hood From St-Martin Yeah we bout it Yeah we reckless Yeah we wilding Pack it up and then we sliding Niggas them we go retarded Run up on you catch a body Put your gun up or get done up Moving silent you too flashy Might just hit you in your head Might just hit you in your body Smoking ZaZa feeling funny Watch my glocky ain't no Running Icky Vicky with a Sticky Pick me Bitch you looking Icky Ask my Cuzzo where the Drugs be Cause is Weed we smoking Daily Best don't call me I be busy Thirsty Munch I'm feeling petty Place is full of Snakes You can see it in they face Bitches hella Fake Trynna be all in my face These niggas be 2 face Hold on there I need my space You a Hoe it ain't a phase Sip my drink and mind my business