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Smoking gas pack Talk it like you past that But you ain't really past that You ain't even have that And that's that Slap that smack that We pass that We past that Talk to us like that's fax I grip her back fat Got that loud pack that loud pack In my backpack And it's still big fax Yea we real no cap In the hills on that bigger hill For the thrill we clap Yea for real we rap And forever we rap Forever will we rap No more pussy cats I turn up the clap I turn on my rap I turn up my rap I put on the cap And I ain't on no cap Yeah these big fax I'm in a hellcat Smoking boof pack I ain't really choose that But you know how it goes yeah I'm not your man Choppa do dance I got the whole world Screaming my name It's a checkmate Beat your ass To the race I go Bite on your flow Head to the toes Choppa do moves Loud pack call it go lagoon You know how we do we do If I aim I shoot at you Underground yeah who knew Got your b**** yeah nothing new Got the clique yeah coming threw Time to make my own rules Time to make my own rules Jump while we get it We jump and we get it Jump and we get in We jump in let's get it What's the time on the clock by a minute What's the time yeah I got a minute And I'm never tired I will never finish Too turnt I'm about to plenish Photo shoot yeah I'm about my image Yeah shoot my shot I will never miss Like the Boondocks yea boom poc On the moon rocks sending two shots Nothing funny They'll go dummy Only for the money Got you a sore throat Need some honey Testing the limits B**** try me