| Extended the clips in all of my guns, I could go to war with ISIS, yeah
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| Keep the strap up on my hip, they say lil' Choppa dykin'
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| Hit it from the back one time, I ain’t doin' no motherfuckin' wifin' (Yeah, ayy)
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| He sayin' that I’m lyin' every time that I’m rappin
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| I’m knockin' his top since he think I’m cappin'
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| Put him on the news, we bringin' the static
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| Handguns and them automatics
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| Chasin' that guala, bitch, I gotta have it
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| Up with the pole, get stretched, elastic
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| These niggas fake, I see through 'em like plastic
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| Lil' bro in the field doin' drills like Madden
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| If a fuck nigga play, we gon' fuck it up
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| Got my strap in the seat, told 'em buckle up
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| I ain’t gotta use heat, we could knuckle up
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| Take a trip for a week, you gon' fuck or what?
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| Ayy, bitch
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| Ayy, you gon' fuck or nah?
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| I told her drop her drawers
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| And she was gaggin' on the dick, her tongue was on my balls
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| She got some magical jaws, yeah
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| Yeah, ayy, if you run up on me, get a toe-tag
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| Bitch, you know I ain’t totin' no pro mag
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| Them hollow tips gonna split right through his bitch ass
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| I’m leavin' niggas layin' in a motherfuckin' shitbag
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| They say, «Why you rappin' bout hoes and shit?»
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| 'Cause I got a whole lotta hoes and shit
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| I’m the one buyin' her clothes and shit
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| VVS on my neck and they froze and shit
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| Hit her one time and she actin' out
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| Red beam on my strap like I’m backin' out
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| And I fold lotta bows when I’m packin' out
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| Smoke a whole lotta dope, I ain’t flashin' out
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| My chopper, it kick like a kangaroo
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| When it hit him, it knock him right out his shoe
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| I might wet him like a swimmin' pool
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| Or just like some fuckin' lube
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| I’m fucked up in the head, I might just pull up and shoot up the school
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| Mechanical Choppa because I’m ridin' with a lot of tools
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| This nigga tried to rob me, so you know I had to Drac' the dude
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| Heard they tryna be me, but it’s not easy
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| Hold on, it’s not easy
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| I be blessin' the mic, but I’m not sneezin'
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| Quick to get on a bitch like I’m Y-Beezy
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| The car got no ceilin', I’m not Weezy
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| If I said it, I said it, and I mean it
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| Lotta green in my pocket, I’m not vegan
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| Got a whole lotta music, I’m not leakin'
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| Ayy, what the fuck a nigga wanna do?
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| I got 'bout four, five choppers while I’m ridin' in my coupe
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| Ayy, bitch, I came a long way from the ramen noodle soup
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| Now a nigga need a toothpick 'cause there’s steak stuck in my tooth (Yeah)
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| How many guns I got? |
| A lot
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| And bitch, we trappin' spot to spot
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| And you would think this shit was gumbo, but it’s dope up in this pot
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| And bitch, my pockets is on swole, and it’s lookin' like a knot
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| Top shotta in this bitch, nigga, you a bombaclot, ayy (Gang, gang)
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| She want a bag and I got a bag
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| But she don’t get nothin'
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| Ayy, got a whole lotta cash
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| And I’m livin' too fast, mama couldn’t do nothin'
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| Ayy, spend guala in public
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| All my niggas, they do what I do like puppet
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| Ayy, catch a thot, she blushin'
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| In the 'yo with a pole on, bro, I’m clutchin', yeah
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| I might wet him like a swimmin' pool
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| Or just like some fuckin' lube
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| I’m fucked up in the head, I might just pull up and shoot up the school
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| Mechanical Choppa because I’m ridin' with a lot of tools
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| This nigga tried to rob me, so you know I had to Drac' the dude
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| Heard they tryna be me, but it’s not easy
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| Hold on, it’s not easy
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| I be blessin' the mic, but I’m not sneezin'
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| Quick to get on a bitch like I’m Y-Beezy
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| The car got no ceilin', I’m not Weezy
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| If I said it, I said it, and I mean it
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| Lotta green in my pocket, I’m not vegan
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| Got a whole lotta music, I’m not leakin' |