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Wheezy outta here. . Yeah, rest in peace to Bankroll, show 'em how to do it. . Baby goin' crazy, he been gettin' straight to it. I done caught so many flights I end up fuckin' all the stewardesses.
Yeah, Frosted Flakes all on my wrist (Frosty). Uh' patty cake' your trap house a lick (Trap). I bought a estate' no cappin' on this (No cap). Yeah, I'm rare like steak on the plate (Rare).
Whoop, yeah. . Father God, Father God. I just wanna live life (life). Lamborghini, loud pipes (Lamborghini). Remember all the trial nights (trial). Pull up in the Poltergeist (skrr).
Okay, hey. . Wrist thunderstorm, yeah. Javi, don't wanna see prone. I kick your bitch out the gang, she get hung (gang). Hold that shit down, she got dope in her thong (dope).
Ice tray, young nigga flooded (ice ice ice, yeah). If a nigga hatin', call him Joe Budden (pussy). Coupe outside and it's press button (skrt skrt). Got that nigga mad 'cause your bitch fuckin' (hah).
DJ Durel, what it do nigga?. Yeah, what it do?. Oh Jess, what it do?. M-M-M-Murda. Yeah. . Huh, what it do? what it do? what it do? what it do?. What it do? what it do? what it do? what it do?.
Ah shit I'm on that drank again (drank). . We the ones they talkin' 'bout (we the ones, we the ones). We the ones they talkin' 'bout (we the ones). We the ones they talkin' 'bout (what they talkin' 'bout?).
Ain't no more motherfuckin', "Wassup bro" with these niggas man. As soon as you see these niggas, these niggas wanna cop please. . [Chorus]. up to the money today (wake up).
We havin' a check by the way. Huh, woo woo woo. You feel me? you dig. Shit look easy, know what I mean. DJ Durel. Hey. . Don't I look like I'm the shit lil' nigga?.
Honorable C.N.O.T.E. Wop. . Well my day startin' crazy, my pack ain't fuckin' make it. The feds investigating, some of my niggas turned fugazi. I keep gunners with me lately, they might gun you down for nathin'.
M-M-M-Murda. . Like my women (like what?). Thick and pretty (pretty and thick). Like my money (woo). Hundreds and fifties (hundreds and cash). Thick and pretty (thick and pretty).
Cook that shit up Quay. . Fifteen thousand dressed in gear, yeah. Diamonds lit, no chandelier. Poppin' shit just like a pill. Shawty bad, she dressed to kill.
Yeah, yeah. . Skeleton on my wrist, no bones in my closet (yeah). Drippin', put that bitch on water like a faucet (drippin'). Whole lot of M's in the attic (M's).
Cook that shit up Quay. Yeah yeah yeah. Yeah yeah yeah. I'm 'bout to lift off. . Always with the guys, never picking sides. New crib big as fuck, you should see inside.
Is she for keeps? somebody tell. Is she for keeps? somebody tell. . Is she for keeps? (ayy, ayy). Somebody tell me is she (somebody tell). Is she for keeps? (oh yeah).
Earl on the beat. I can't even promise, it's a [?] promise. Yeah, yeah. Jeffery. Lil Boat. . Any problems (any problems). Any bottles (any bottles). Any models (any models).
Ayy. Ayy, you know who done fucked up right, you. Uh. Yeah, you. Yo, you too nigga. Yo yo, you too nigga. Let me pop my shit, yeah you too nigga. Backends we get, pop it.
Cook that shit up Quay. It's Baby. 4 Pockets. Yeah that's my dawg, yeah. . Yeah that's my dawg for sure. Yeah that's my dawg. Yeah that's my dawg for sure.
Good God, in the middle of May with miles down. Bad bitch in Santa Ana she love the Fanta. Her favorite team is the Panthers. Her favorite snack is a Jolly Rancher.