| Yeah, it’s another late one
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| Or early one, should I say
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| Keep the KK roll
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| Gangstas don’t sleep
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| Yeah, man I don’t care let me talk my shit one time
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| Yeah
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| I’m from the west side real niggas stolen them set side
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| Bitches like these Benzes need to call when I can test drive
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| RIP to Left Eye, no TLC
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| Ya’ll just really let them text fly
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| Who got the scare from Best Buy
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| Always been a hustler, smooth, cool motherfucker
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| Real thirsty when I’m thirsty
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| Tacavaca with the paccas, never been a sucker
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| 40 in the stash, kicking like Jackie Chang, Rush Hour, Chris Tucker
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| Lot a rebels talk the talk but they be hella faking
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| And you’ll never see around once they ever vacant
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| I was raised by the cheese if you serious face it
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| Cause when it’s on hood it’s scary movie, Freddy-Jason
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| Here now and they won’t take my seat
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| Can’t nobody contend now when I make my heat
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| I used to hit the club with them fake ID’s
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| Now my bitch open my phone cause of face ID
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| You can catch me ridin out
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| Pulling up, kill, hand on the kill real
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| You can catch me ridin out
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| Down that spitch by my side you can get a thrill
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| You can catch me ridin out
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| Diamonds n my neck but I ain’t got no chill
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| You can catch me ridin out
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| I’m a gansta, gansta, gangsta, gansta
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| You can catch me ridin out
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| Aye, red blood cold yard over fresh preys
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| Sauced up blammas bruising up my rib cage
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| Stars in the ceiling shining on my space J’s
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| Killer California ain’t no place to vacate
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| Niggas break safe to save face make your fate way
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| Haters tugging on my dick like a shake way
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| If it ain’t gorilla glue then it’s KK, AK’s and AKA’s aye
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| I’m a make it one day
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| I done worked all week till it’s Friday
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| And woke up to a Sunday
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| Yeah I been smoking at the pound since the chronic
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| Nigga now it’s KK and these hunnids got you niggas acting violent
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| You don’t want this gun play cause I’m a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
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| You can catch me ridin out
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| Pulling up, kill, hand on the kill real
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| You can catch me ridin out
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| Down that spitch by my side you can get a thrill
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| You can catch me ridin out
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| Diamonds n my neck but I ain’t got no chill
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| You can catch me ridin out
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| I’m a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
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| You can catch me ridin out
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| Breaking bitches for the bred told em meet me in bed
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| Don’t kick her out I want breakfast instead
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| Don’t trust these niggas they might be the Feds
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| I’m always beast up to head
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| It’s in my skin Taylor Gang till I’m dead
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| I ain’t stressed cause all I want’s the pay
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| Make a hundred grand blow a hundred points today
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| Man these niggas think they better but they not
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| If I drop a song today that better gon be hot
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| It’s with me on the plane
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| Catch me cruising up the West Side, Pittsburgh
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| Nigga got it tatted on my chest
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| The money still green the bitches still calling
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| My music still rock my niggas still balling
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| Make another 5 mil just off touring
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| You niggas all sound the same the game getting boring
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| Keep the KK stashed and paned in the glass
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| You can hear me when I pass
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| You can catch me ridin out
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| Pulling up, kill, hand on the kill real
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| You can catch me ridin out
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| Down that pitch by my side you can get a thrill
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| You can catch me ridin out
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| Diamonds n my neck but I ain’t got no chill
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| You can catch me ridin out
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| I’m a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
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| You can catch me ridin out
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| Me and you
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| Smoking on a pound or two
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| Riding in my whip to the stove
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| For some papers cause they already roll
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| Me and you
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| Smoking on a pound or two
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| Riding in my whip to the stove
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| For some papers cause they already roll
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| You can catch me ridin out
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| Pulling up, kill, hand on the kill real
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| You can catch me ridin out
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| Down that spitch by my side you can get a thrill
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| You can catch me ridin out
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| Diamonds n my neck but I ain’t got no chill
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| You can catch me ridin out
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| I’m a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
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| You can catch me ridin out |