| Off that gas though
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| Ayy ayy, gas though, yeah
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| Ayy c’mon, yeah, gas ho
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| Run up, I’ma blast though
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| My lil shooters, all they know is go
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| If you run up on me, crack your dome
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| Ayy, I be rollin' like a rollin' stone
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| Geek me up, Lil Nine, he ain’t goin' home
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| FN, FA, AF, NF, same thing
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| Block life, big straps, long dicks, c’mon, gang gang
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| Take sack, get blitzed, buck the jack, all that, same thing
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| We plugged in, no socket, take off, no rocket, broad day
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| FN, FA, AF, NF, same thing
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| Block life, big straps, long dicks, c’mon, gang gang
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| Take sack, get blitzed, buck the jack, all that, same thing
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| We plugged in, no socket, take off, no rocket, broad day
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| Fish grease, I’m in the hot one in this bitch fishbowl
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| Kettle, lil bro get popcorn, gassed up no Citgo
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| Flesh wound, no I want headshots, it make y’all miss bro
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| My young niggas they play for keeps so no you can’t get shit ho
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| My nigga, he done caught four in, and he got two out
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| Hell yeah, that ho she loose loose, I knock the screws off
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| Forty, done tried to duck and I done brought the goose out
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| Told him he up he stuck, 'cause I’ma wet this bitch out
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| Lucci, wish him well, 'cause all the luck he just ran out
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| I won’t kiss and tell, bodies drop, bullets rain down
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| Oops, I done fell, left-handed, tryna bang out
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| I’m scoopin' up the shells, ain’t no suspect in this gunfight |