| Hah
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| Yeah, ho
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| Yeah, ho
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| Hah, hah, hah
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| Let’s go, let’s go
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| Word, word (yeah yeah yeah)
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| Word, word, word, word, word, word, word, word, word
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| BlocBoy, hah, BlocBoy, hah, BlocBoy, hah
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| Up with the Glock and a nigga turn to tot
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| Look at the Rollie, no tick tock
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| These niggas funny like Chris Rock
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| You face defeat like flip-flops
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| I’m in the hood with a whole bunch of animals
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| These niggas kids, give 'em Trix and some Danimals
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| Bullets, they eat 'em, my clip full of cannibals (word)
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| Put you in the ground like I thought you were plantable (that's on my mama)
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| No, bet you can’t steal my flow
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| No, nigga must think I’m a ho
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| No, you ain’t got them shooters on go
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| No, choppa make his head sprint
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| No, nigga you a has been
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| I don’t want a rabbit no more, I want your best friend
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| Speakin' of my best friend
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| I don’t have a best friend, bitch I got a left hand
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| Crip, crip
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| Yeah, ho
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| Yeah, ho
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| Crip, crip, crip, crip, crip, yeah
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| Yeah, ho
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| Yeah, ho
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| Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
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| Left hand, left hand
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| Yeah, ho
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| Yeah, ho
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| East side Grape Street, Grape Street, Grape Street, left hand
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| Yeah, ho
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| Yeah, ho
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| That’s on my mama
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| No, bet you can’t steal my flow
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| No, nigga must think I’m a ho
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| No, you ain’t got them shooters on go
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| No, choppa make his head sprint
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| No, nigga you a has been
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| I don’t want a rabbit no more, I want your best friend
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| Speakin' of my best friend
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| I don’t have a best friend, bitch I got a left hand |