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Hold on, hah B*t*h F**k is wrong with u dumba** n***as, hold on Damn, Max Real gang sh*t, hold on I don't even gon' start this b*t*h back, but I'll just talk crazy on this b*t*h n***a no cap (You hard as hell dog) N***a free Lil Kodak Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah I don't do no robbin' [?] n***as do F**k I'm supposed to patrol, what the f**k these n***as wanna do (For real) Laugh at that, this dumba** n***a know I set that play Even when we at the curb, b*t*h we got 2 K B*t*h, Michael Actson You better hold (?) not f**king there cause he gon' clap somethin' N***as ain't been shootin' no videos, now I'm back hungry My dog must've got some money cause he actin' back phony (Huh) N***a I ain't no [?], but I be rollin' with them I'm with gang, we off them percs, I be rollin' with them If it's us, [?], I be rollin' with them It be hard to function, I can't focus if it ain't drugs in my system Threw a terrier on the chop, imma [?] 'em I can't even catch [?], get 'em Like why d**k sucking? Show fake love You got a gang full of hoes, n***a, y'all fake thugs B*t*h, me and my CEO, we'll crash out I just dropped a couple of bowls off at the stank house We'll f**k around and leave a n***a stanking in the house All my n***as really with that sh*t, f**k you talkin' bout? We in my hood, we walk n***as in and we walk 'em out If a n***a talk down, damn, bro already walked him down N***a you heard my f**kin' price, n***a don't try to talk me down I was bored locked in school teacher[?], now I'm chalkin' out Give a f**k who was talkin', damn don't give a f**k bout now If a n***a come out way I'm coming with a hundred rounds We should put a opp in the bow, that's a couple pounds We ain't even want to smoke that n***a, shipped him out of town My dog really out of sh*t, don't get loud with us We ain't come to play ball, we'll get foul with you (Hold on, hold on, hold on) Somebody put a opp in the wood and get loud with you Yeah Run up on him with that cannon, make him run from me I'll up that Drac' on n***as' babies for that young money I'm finna do a walkthrough, they got a dub for me Treat the trap like my playground, now I got club money I'm from Detroit, f**k You might not understand Count that paper that's two mil in cash, I need double hands Freaky b*t*h, finna pop that pu**y like a rubber band Hit my show, jump right on the stage, I snuck cutter in Iced Up Records Yeah, we the new Cash Money F**k that, we the new Death Row, come sell a slab for me Cut a bricky, jumping off the scale, look like cab money Got a skinny b*t*h, but she got money, bought that a** for me Hundred rounds pokin' out my shirt, this the blicky dance Water in my rollie look retarded, call it Chicken Man I just got some head in VIP, gotta fix my pants We caught a opp lackin' in the club, n***a tripped and ran I want 50 for a show, yeah, that's my new price Sign a million dollar record deal, and I bought new ice Real drank legend in my city, I sold Lou pints Met a b*t*h and hit her the first day, she spent two nights Hmm, yeah Freaky hoe She spent two nights
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