| Geraldo Live on the track
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| Uh
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| Young Jefe, holmes
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| GG
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| Yeah
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| Okay, shout out to them robbers and them motherfuckin' shooters
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| I come from the bottom like the motherfuckin' sewer
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| Baby, I’m a rapper slash entrepreneur
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| I break a bitch down then act like I never knew her
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| At least you don’t feel this pain, shawty, you gon' be okay
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| I put it on everything, I just lost a hundred K
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| Gotta make another hundred, flip that shit a hundred ways
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| Bitch, that AR got a hundred, you don’t wanna see it spray
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| You tryna get tossed, girl, that’s your call
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| She like my drawers, they Hugo Boss
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| Fuck a hater, bitch, we ball
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| Middle fingers to all of y’all
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| Nigga, you want some beef or nah?
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| That ain’t my dawg but I keep the dog
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| When I unleash the dog I come through like Steve Seagal (Yeah, bah)
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| Come through like Steve Seagal, state prop' like Beanie Sigel
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| Crack baby, scared of needles
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| Bitch from Philly fly like an eagle
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| Your bitch ain’t scared to leave you
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| No, she never said she need you
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| She told me, «Go 'head, shoot your shot, nigga, I ain’t scared to D you»
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| Ruff, I’m a wolf, bitch, I’m runnin' with the pack
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| Run off with the pack, your hands get chopped off with an axe
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| Ridin' in the Maybach and you know I’m laid back
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| You ain’t seen no shit like this since way, way back
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| 1942, you know what we be on
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| But when I’m over at Diddy’s house, then we drink DeLeon
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| Sound like a tiger roaring when I turn my engine on
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| Yeah, your bitch just text me, she ain’t got no panties on (Oh)
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| Ain’t from the struggle, I ain’t really understanding y’all
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| Used to hit the corner store and run out with a candy bar
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| Now a nigga richer than an owner and a manager
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| They like, «Glizzy, why you don’t fuck with the cameras?»
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| They say I’m blowin' up, yeah, like a volcano
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| Shout out my mama, she told me not to fuck with lame hoes
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| They want drama, yeah, well go get the Draco
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| I shoot just like Klay, woah, boy, that shit ain’t no joke
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| Shirt on my shoulders, bitch, you know it’s Off-White
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| I don’t drink soda, not unless it’s dirty Sprite
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| I done got older, now these bitches think I’m wise
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| Can’t be talkin' with these guys 'cause I think these niggas wired
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| This for all you pussies, told you I was comin' back
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| I dropped that Fully Loaded but still got a lot of shots
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| Come to DC and you gon' get your ass taxed
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| You play with GG and you gon' get your ass whacked
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| Long live 30 30, scream that shit out 'til I’m buried
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| Them millions, had to hurry, for a minute, I was getting worried
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| I ain’t goin' back to wakin' up in the trap early
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| I ain’t goin' back to wakin' up in the trap dirty
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| Free my lil' brother, he over the jail fightin' a murder
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| Free my OG, got indicted for them birdies
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| Nigga, I be runnin' through the money, Todd Gurley
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| I wake up every morning, fuck my bitch, and do my burpees, yeah
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| Nigga, I be runnin' through the money, Todd Gurley, hahaha
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| I wake up every morning, fuck my bitch, and do my burpees, oh
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| They say I’m blowin' up, yeah, like a volcano
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| Shout out my mama, she told me not to fuck with lame hoes
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| They want drama, yeah, well go get the Draco
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| I shoot just like Klay, woah, boy, that shit ain’t no joke
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| Shirt on my shoulders, bitch, you know it’s Off-White
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| I don’t drink soda, not unless it’s dirty Sprite
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| I done got older, now these bitches think I’m wise
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| Can’t be talkin' with these guys 'cause I think these niggas wired |