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Ay, tell me when to goI bet my last track probably gave you lockjawHey, LilkdubbFor the fall, they been waitin' on me, I know that's what they all sayLive it up, they been hatin' on me, I ain't trippin' 'cause we all paidNew Givenchy, fuck the criticsRidin' on the wave, you gon' wash awayI came in by myself, they ain't listenI was that nigga with the ticket, the one had the ambitionCame up runnin', we'll take off from them cop carsWhen we got caught, ain't do no trippin', that's what made usThis 30 stick up in this Glock, this what saved usTo bullshit, hard like a rock, it won't change usBehind my mans, I'll die today, I won't change upI put that shit on his mama, we did some dirt with that choppaWe done upgraded to models, bitches want fuck and come swallowThey tryna slip off the condom, these bitches bite like piranhasThe one I want, I ain't find herBut spendin' time with them robbers, we all play 'round with them choppas, we shoot this bitch at yo' mamaSmokin' on dope, clutchin' my pole, hollerin', "Bitch, who want problems? "Another homi', another body, another hat for the dollarCome to murder, ain't no talkin', we leave yo' streets bloodyI'm tryna knock his brother off with the same gunAnd I ain't ask him, go ask him just where I came fromTell me, is we gon' die?'Cause, nigga, we gon' be slangin' iron todayLeave me alone, I'm seein' trouble in my rear viewThey steady talkin', show them different, but they still doAnd you can rap that gangster shit, I still don't fear youYou make one move and my young niggas gon' drill youI make that music that them young niggas gon' kill toYou in the streets, so watch yo' back, don't let 'em steal youHe got a problem, he'll shoot, I'll kill, tooAin't trippin', not 'til I show shawty what these pills doI see them hoes steady cappin', tryna phase youGucci with Birkin and it came in a case, tooTold her I love her, she responded, "Bitch, I hate you"Totin'. 380, I'ma show 'em what that K doCuddlin' in a black Maybach, I need a Wraith, tooNigga, don't run up on this bitch 'cause we gon' spray youAim at the nose, straight out the flap, bitch, we gon' face youBleed from the nose, I'm screamin "blatt, " the truth like JesusEven though I did, don't let them people say I made you'Cause I'ma steady keep doin' shit that you can't doCome to murder, ain't no talkin', we leave yo' streets bloodyI'm tryna knock his brother off with the same gunAnd I ain't ask him, go ask him just where I came fromTell me, is we gon' die?'Cause, nigga, we gon' be slangin' iron todayLeave me alone, I'm seein' trouble in my rear viewThey steady talkin', show them different, but they still doAnd you can rap that gangster shit, I still don't fear youYou make one move and my young niggas gon' drill youI make that music that them young niggas gon' kill toYou in the streets, so watch yo' back, don't let 'em steal youHe got a problem, he'll shoot, I'll kill, tooAin't trippin', not 'til I show shawty what these pills doI see them hoes steady cappin', tryna phase youGucci with Birkin and it came in a case, too
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