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(Pipe that shit up, TnT)(My nigga Brando been sick with it)(Say, Brando, what it's hittin' for?)Uh, yeah, Top nigga, let's get that money, niggaIt ain't no time to wasteIt ain't time to play wit' these pussy ass niggasDid they send my money? That's a big advance (Yeah)Got shawty countin' up these hundreds, niggaIn a minute, need more rubber bandsHad to tell my bro'nem, "Don't fuck up that plan"My neck so flushed, how I'm turnt upGon' leave with so many ho's tonightneed an extra sprinter vanJump out the whip and stop that man, bitchI don't play no gamesBoy step, they bang, each one bust brainsIf you up in war, need to do the sameBought my first car, bought my first chainI'm legendary, plus a vet' inside the murder gameAnd I'm runnin', got the law wan' come inFreeze me, to teach me, try breach meprobably saw me on the TVNow, wan' make me a repeatI flood my bitch in CC, don't worry 'bout itShe paid and got her body poppin'I'm paid and got my whips exoticHave a shootout how I'm rockin', tell 'em, "Stop it"Bitch ass boy know I'm with that, with a rocket sittin' backPush your shit backWhat's that you talkin' 'bout?Bitch, you ain't like that, that's my strike atSecond one, that'll be your deathbedTop known to split headsCut down, six twelves and two fourscan't play the short bedKnow my slimes around, and they all about thatThey'll hang about thatQuick to take the Glock and whoopthis nigga head, the fuck you said?Had it on my mind, we be slangin' ironWe been tendin' slimes since they been deadMama say, "Fuck 'em", I'ma cutthroat 'emLeave him stretched right on side where he stay atBitch nigga, don't play with meNever break and entering, spray with meNever laid with me, better watch what the fuck you say to meNiggas know I kept them Ks with meAnd ChoppaBoy, that's EI was sixteen, havin' him stopjump out and clear the whole streetMight start a beefI'm gone off lean, but grind by any meansCount paper up, fuck hatersI'm on papers, still gettin' dirty, I'm tryna shake 'emBought this Glock off da Methylaminehome of the Saints dress like a LakerHe dressin' black but servin' gray, call him a RaiderWho plannin' on steppin' on me?I send plenty rounds through your townLil' shawty just wanna come overshe plan on me takin' her downThey wanna know how a nigga make live the mac lifeSpend hundred thousand dollars all on clothesto keep my swag rightHm, I live a mac life, she know I'm wan' get up in itGet on top me, in the Bentleybaby girl, these windows tinted (Oh-oh-oh)Tell them niggas I ain't friendlythey know I'm a fuckin' menace, huh
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