| Fuck the game up
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| Like
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| These cats talking designer, little nigga, but I’ve been fly
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| Versace burger with the Ferragamo French fries
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| It’s I, Gucci milk shake in a bitch face, such a rich taste
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| I’m moving straight past home and took it to fifth base
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| Where I pitch base
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| Make a fiend touch his heels with the back of his neck
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| Human origami, don’t mind him, he off the Bobby
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| Give him five and he be begging for more
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| In my off, I smoke the weed by the shore
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| The water crashing in, shit is ravishing
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| And compliment to the cumulus over passing 'em
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| And take the freshest breath, shit is picturesque
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| It make me think 'bout moms
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| Pull out my phone slide to unlock and I send a text
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| Love you en route to death
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| And since my phone out, might as well try to get at Steph
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| She got the nicest breasts, and the cutest tongue
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| I’m tryna to get acquainted
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| We kill time through crimes, her feelings manifested
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| And if you get arrested, I got the bail money
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| My mans is freebasing H, and it smell funny
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| Killing my wave, I’m just tryna smoke my pot
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| And I try to tell 'em chill, but his noggin' like a rock
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| I’m on the block, Ralph Lauren to my socks
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| Javelin' jump in the drop, car read me the mission brief
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| As I’m breaking down this fifty piece
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| They making off with the coke and some stolen diamonds
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| On a pimped out ship to the Cayman Islands
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| Sailor man from the English basin
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| The indicator blip reveal location
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| Got my gun and my lasso, stash the blunt in my afro
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| Look in the mirror press my brows
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| Key in the ignition, lick my lips, and then we out
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| Tracker said we headed south
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| I dirt road it for a quicker route
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| Pulled off full speed, parallel to the vessel
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| Telescope embedded in the bezel
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| And who do I see, Gutierrez with his face in a Ki
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| So pissed, I almost totaled the V
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| Road quote on the sign, whiz right through it, left it at nine
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| Hit the nitrous because I’m running out of time
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| Tires screeching, took off in the smoke
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| Drive off of the cliff, land up to the boat
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| Flip out the whip for a crash landed
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| And took out nine cats bare handed
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| Retrieve the coke in a briefcase
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| Where the diamonds held for keep safe
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| But I ain’t finished yet, chase Gutierrez to the upper deck
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| Swing the lasso catch him by the neck
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| Hogtie 'em in the pretzlette
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| Piss on 'em for the disrespect
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| Kick him right in the fucking chest
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| Then throw him overboard to his death
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| Like, uh
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| Throw him overboard to his death, now he’s fish food
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| (Interlude)
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| Don’t even write, I spit the message from the dude above
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| I need the Wi-Fi to do the drugs
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| It’s getting out of hand, save a hoe and get her out the jam
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| But let her know I couldn’t be her man
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| Cause my life is wild, fuck around, I might have a child
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| I lost my mind when I touched the ounce
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| But shot a dice abroad, Polo outfit to entice your broad
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| She sucked my dick and now she living large
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| And I’m just being modest, look at my face, I’m such a humble guy
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| For thousand dollars worth of humble pie
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| I stuffed my face over a equestrian plate
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| It’s only ten I ever made in the states
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| I got a set of eight
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| Spit the pie on the floor and tell the cleaning lady get the mop
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| And drop some more like «you missed a spot»
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| She know she need me so she keep quiet
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| Sleep in the basement and she keep crying
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| Hear it at night through the floor vent
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| She old and white, that’s revenge for my foreman
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| Indentured servant, make it sound good
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| I’m in your hood with out-of-town goods
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| I mix the white with the brown goods
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| Up in the Bay it’s called Belushi
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| I trade the drugs for the couchie
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| And she looks good, her mouth don’t got no open sores
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| I fuck with Ki’s, cause keys always open doors
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| I’m in the P’s, the building with the pissy floors
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| It’s Porter, nigga |