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Hopping out trim, straight pressure Racks in the gym, straight flexing Back then I was stressing Mac-10 spreading several Lost treasure, so precious Can't help it, stayed desperate I was hoping that you niggas got the message Racks keep me healthy while I count my blessings Push the pedal like we going rain-catching I got skeletons in my closet, grave-digging Counting lettuce, staying healthy, same regimen Never settle, there's always better, stay prevalent Got so many whips and chains like a peasant Rocking all black, you'd thought I run for Senate F*ck a ceiling, we on the top of the mountain getting in Late night killing, I'm in her jaws like I'm her dentist Checked my senses 'cause I felt my finger itching Shawty won't leave me alone, I'm like her new addiction Do your dishes, I won't cross you, I ain't Christian Chef in the kitchen, whipping the dope, we flipping them biscuits I got an all-star hoe, it's straight like she out the Olympics All of my dogs on go, we move like a K-9 unit Walk around long pole, extendo, I look like a tourist Jump off the wall, I'm going loco, hitting shit like a gymnast We ain't penny-pinching Getting bread instant Money spread vicious Got 'em head itching Don't say shit, let the feds listen I don't do kisses, I do expenses Big rim sitting, bad bitch getting We don't do simping, we just get riches House full of chickens, in and out the kitchen Racks busting stitches on my brand new denim Running with my henchmen, five deep, start the engine We don't show interest, my niggas mean straight business Five tint percentage, they done turned us to some villains Sliding in that whip, we creeping, ready to pay a visit Ain't no killer, but I'm a sinner, got to remain centered Turn a civilian to a bad bitch, she ratchet, her ass thick, and she get nasty All black fit, but a nigga ain't on sad shit We scratched him, but a nigga didn't want static My pockets so goddamn fat, I'm living lavish Got shit in the pot, I'm whipping this shit like cabbage Might cop off the lot, my niggas in the field like Madden Hop out of the cut, get two to the gut like Batman First of the month, yeah, I get my cut, then vanish Riding round town with a bad-ass bitch, y'all niggas ain't got no advantage My young niggas some bandits, they kill families, they ain't got manners Put a nigga up like a banner, spark plug, light his ass up like a candle Stepping on shit with a sandal, I'm going ape shit, going bananas Got a cranberry bandana Spent a whole dub on a dancer Trap 'bout the size of a mansion Free my dawg out the slammer, all of a sudden it turned to a gamble Flick that boy up like a camera, now he's so deep that he's touching the mantle All in her jaws, going Kimbo, fucked up her body, then fucked up her mental Officially official, I ride with my pistol, I'm trying to get blind to the issue I'm trying not to pinch you, might jump out the window, might fly at you just like a missile Get God to assist you, my niggas won't miss you, they hitting whatever they get to Led flying it out like I shot from a pencil, we wiping his nose, get a tissue Flood my account, it's a whole lot of zeros, I get to this bread like a ritual I'm all in her mouth, I never had doubts, I had to change routes, go digital Straight from the ground, I lost a few pounds, I had to get out, it was pitiful Better leave for shit get physical Opps, they turning invisible Y'all niggas swear y'all unkillable Sleep a nigga, no Benadryl, yeah, I turn to an animal Slowly, she turns to a cannibal Bitch, I'm the bomb, cannonball Hopping out all-black truck, yeah, I'm ready to kill 'em all Double cup, blunt stuffed, chest up, flex up Next up, on top of the ladder like a wrestler Caress her, bless her, it's time for a checkup Never ever will I go down a level Let's go, get low, it's time to get some pesto Balling on these niggas like I'm Bledsoe
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