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This is a certified hood classic I deserve free money Pistol on me swing my nine like an iron I got a better playbook than the 49ers Look at my neck I got them diamonds like a miner I put a flash up on the glock that bitch a shiner Why you with that bitch? She a minor Brodie got a switch that bitch sing like C minor Why they think I snitched? Im in pretrial If I stack my hundreds up they taller than a child Shout out free money, they my idols I only out one circle, like a unicycle I'm out here runnin' errands, you would know none about it Y'all boys are so generic, your name is probably Michael I usually keep my cool, but I hang out with psychos I used to skip high school, just to get them pipes sold Gun inside my trues, pockets fat they might need lipo You don't have no hoes, mine hit me up on Skype though She don't have no clothes, I really like a nice hoe I might just buy her clothes, if she act like a polite hoe What I make in a night, you wish you could make once Yeah we too old to fight, man I love my gun We send her on a run, because that bitch is dumb I need a honey bun, by the time I'm 21 You don't have my respect, if you can't sell me none You better cool your jets, before I turn you to my son