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I got zips I let go for two-hundred Some 'for a hand come talk to me Aye I blow sticks with my b*t*h we cruising We just trynna move funds throughout the week We say "break me off my cheddar please" And catch the MAC no D.R.E I roll with my beretta Z Just trynna stack that's B.I.G Look, my fam Go dumb Bout the funds, no bums Me and my b*t*h make runs So let me come, all huns She hold the sack I hold the gun I pull it back, we on the run I'm trynna stack it 'til it's done We get to acting with the plug Fact I'm probably jacking d**key's Sagging with a cuff That one Piraña with his dragon so we catch him when he bust I like sign around the package so thе llama stay on tough And I ain't gangsta, but I'll manage if the drama say what's up Buckets on low-kеy Slumping at a slow speed Head tilted like a nose-bleed Probably puffing on a blunt Running with some OGs Ten toes that dough speaks Serve 'em then I'm skirting up out the parking lot, we gone Let me fade you while I pray for my pacers, I'm talking rocks Stacked like Legos, better daygo My case open, but that's on God From able I've connected a cable I'm blowing bomb And I can noodle off the top for the state well you know the song Come on I got zips I let go for two-hundred Some 'for a hand come talk to me Aye I blow sticks with my b*t*h we cruising We just trynna move funds throughout the week We say "break me off my cheddar please" And catch the MAC no D.R.E I roll with my beretta Z Just trynna stack that's B.I.G Blood Roll deep OE OGs know me Z just hit me with a dope beat I'mma kick this sh*t off like a goalie Stomping with the Chucks on feet Finna walk up in the mo-mo n***as don't know That I met your brother, than I'd rather be up on a solo sh*t Drink rum, have fun Brainsicks, pack rum n***a ain't nobody act dumb Homie we are busting with the gat gun Somebody tell me when this rap done Hit the weed, it's time to roll up Only f**king with the Z blunts I was in the front and doing donuts Watch out when you in the West Coast Everybody got the teflon No restaurant f**k a sweater Make decisions better if you got a vest on No-one's getting Hang heat out the 4-door The bros roll down the avenue when I add two to your polo Always repping San Diego Added to I'm on with Bicardi is hella with sour cream Baking back on my own sh*t Mood, uhm Mood you f**k peace You better be ready for hell come If a n***a talking 'bout f**k me Hahaha Zips I let go for two-hundred Some 'for a hand come talk to me Aye I blow sticks with my b*t*h we cruising We just trynna move funds throughout the week We say "break me off my cheddar please" And catch the MAC no D.R.E I roll with my beretta Z Just trynna stack that's B.I.G
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