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And say, how you get so rich, I got that shit from juggin za In a shootout, if it cram up, we gon' run right to the cop 223 gon' hit his face if yo ass talkin' to the cops They want me and Baby J to check out, but this shit won't stop She always tryna hit my phone, but I stay posted on the block In an E, they say I'm slimey, jump the gate, I'll take your Glock I say, go, boom, boom, that's the pistol This bitch doin' dicks, she left me, bitch, I will not miss you I say, go, I'm official Beam up on the Glock, I'm tryna shoot it till it hit you I say, go, bitch, I'm up We won't stop this car, it's so many pounds up in the trunk Got two different bitch, I'm fuckin' one, so the other gotta wait Try to run away, we chase him down, bitch, you won't get away Catch a flight at the B, I ain't tryna talk about no case And we ain't beefin' with no niggas, boy, this choppa eat yo face And you better get your mans, my girl ain't beefin' with no bitch This big gun is tryna f*ck, it's tryna get your ass a kiss I don't even want that bitch, I love a pussy, hate her tits Gucci on me while I'm outside, tryna cop me a new fit I say, go, we chase him down You was talkin' crazy, but you know we run the town I say, go, catch these shells Sittin' up at night, I hope my brother make that bill In that S.R.T., we crackin' cars, we sellin' Za too She say, why you do that drill? I told her, that's my job, boo You talk too much up on the net, I think your ass a cop, dude And we put belted ass up in the streets like we yo' fuckin' mama And we last up in the field, we also last up in that drama On the lean like future in this bitch, I'm tryna f*ck up commas All these niggas say they in the streets, but your ass an imposter I don't do no drills, no more lil bitch, I'm bout to be a father