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Uh, alright Oh, Imma' one take this shit Righto, righto, righto I was dogging foreign cars and shit With the brights on Making a hunnit' plays ain't no sweat it's a light jog Nah you ain't finna see me with them Niggas' cause ion like dawg Paid way to much for the Pro so f*ck a Nikon If you ain't got no pape up in yo pocket Why you sag at all? I'm a light 180 without the (shh) imma heavy fall I was down in Texas making plays like how Grady ball In the deep end life jacked and it safe at all brodie, came in like who dat? I'm like, play along so you really pay'd 600 for this gun and got your safety on I'll sell condoms before I ever f*ck a bitch raw If I beat your ass then you gon' have to call up Chris Paul Yo, lil' bros wanna be like me cause I'm the big dawg Bro left the club without his bitch and now he pissed off We was just three migos, all of a sudden you wanna take off I'll pack a .35 in the wood and call it baseball For every nigga hatin' on the grind, I fuckin' hate y'all Me and cuz was really back to back, I never fake ball Niggas ask me if I ever miss, I'm related to Ball Really fell from some hard shit, but I kept movin' on Niggas said he wanna kill me, well what he waitin' on I'll run around, I'll throw your hood and throw your danger zone You the type to get mad at your bitch cause she playin' my song chick so bad, you look at her, you gon' turn to stone I can't even do bizz with you, you gotta pay phone Bet her ass don't even got no bills, but love to say she grown I'm the fuckin' man, I step hard, please watch your tone I'ma tell you once, a second time, I'ma get you gone I'm behind my brothers any mean, don't care if they right or wrong All in f*ck with clubs, they be filled with broken nasty hoes I'll never show love to a bitch if she done hit my bro your BD is really just a ham Call him a sloppy joe Every time I with my sneaky link, she gon' get it to go Yeah...