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This shit contagious doing dope And it's killing me Even though I know I hit the Snow is you feeling me I’m looking good twenty-three's on That flipping paint Them twelve golds in my mouth Making these bitches faint Now can’t a nigga see I ain’t Got no time for games I’m on this Hennessey and I’m Quick to shoot dat thang But f*ck dat one of my Young niggas’ll take the charge I’m stacking loot muthafuck looking Behind some bars behind some bars Behind some bars Going through a thang but I gotta snap back Give it all to God it’s the pistol Put the crack back Stayin on my job dealin wit Hatas wit a jab slap Dealin wit this mob police Watchin studio phone tapped You best believe that I could see Ya from a mile away Thought that my girl was down Sleepin wit tha enemy Tha streets arе dangerous I Could be dead anyday That’s why I’m ridin wit my Dog smokin plеnty hay