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Two tone glock, yeah it's custom, 556, bust yo bubble, super high, smoking truffles, Y4L them my bruddas Two tone glock, yeah it's custom 556, bust your bubble Super high, smoking truffles, Y4L them my bruddas Say you want smoke, can't pay for none Walk down on him, make him a pack You bout' it, well come take you some, you leavin', with shots in your back Yo ho, she fuckin', she been green I slapped the dick down on her cat, Get active at night like a bat, Dont own a bank and still got racks You pawn shopping, I'm at saks, where you at? In my bag, at the mall, I'm cashin I got 10 with me, don't check the tag My opp walked in with both his legs, He gon' walk out handicap, You dissin' on my mans, he dissin' on my mans that took his strap, Wockhardt got me glitchin I'm on froze, think I'm off the map Exotic wood, straight to the face It's full of runtz, don't smoke no blacks In the cut with hella V's At the red light twisting scats, Pussy, Let's go Tit for Tat, I'll buy all my bitches bags I got pink bills and blue hundreds I got candy racks, we on the freeway Caught his ass, we gon' get his Camry waxed She told me stop fuckin' hoes But I love sluts, I'm too attached On your block with 4 0, creep through your crib Tiptoe through the back, take his hat And leave the scene, It's caution tape round where he at Ha, On the road, me and Ky, we just hit CT I walk round school with eighthys on me Tell your mans it's three a piece We servin' 15 up, We blowin' exotic this not 10 a G Yo ho, she a throat goat, uh She gon' suck the skin off me Stop trippin' bout that bitch though It's plenty fishes in that sea