| Three, man
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| Dubba-AA flexin'
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| AI
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| Louie Bandz made another one
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| I ain’t never did that, nah
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| Why you acting like that? |
| Nah
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| I do this shit 'cause shit, I just be in my own world
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| This is the sound
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| I drink codeine, my cup on the dirty to relax
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| Smoking hella weed, loaded, I just bought another pack
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| Don’t walk up on me, clutchin', you might walk into that strap
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| These hoes be on me 'cause they know all these other niggas cap
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| Out late night with Three, ma, I ain’t comin' home
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| I been tryna make it through the headphones
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| You see me when I came in, I was all alone
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| Now nobody understand the type of time I’m on
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| Four choppers in the coupe, me and my bro 'nem
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| Catch him, run down on him, we gon' put it on him
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| Everybody ridin', bullets flyin', niggas dyin', we gotta show them
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| These bitch ass niggas done stole him, and we don’t even know them
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| Nigga try and I’ma blow him right on the scene
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| Nigga check how I been flexin' with these hundreds in my jeans
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| I been trying to shake back, I been loaded off that lean
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| Tryna come up with a plan, I ain’t throwed off as I seem
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| I’m in Cali at the studio and hoes running in and out
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| No more sleeping on Montana couch with a chopper somewhere close around
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| I been living good on my own, I ain’t no baby now
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| I got platinum plaques around the house
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| I be high, I ain’t worried 'bout y’all
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| I drink codeine, my cup on the dirty to relax
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| Smoking hella weed, loaded, I just bought another pack
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| Don’t run up on me, clutchin', you might walk into that strap
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| These hoes be on me 'cause they know all these other niggas cap
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| Out late night with Three, ma, I ain’t comin' home
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| I been tryna make it through the headphones
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| You see me when I came in, I was all alone
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| Now nobody understand the type of time I’m on
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| Four choppers in the coupe, me and my bro 'nem
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| Catch him, run down on him, we gon' put it on him
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| Everybody ridin', bullets flyin', niggas dyin', we gotta show them
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| These bitch ass niggas done stole him, and we don’t even know them
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| I ain’t sit around, motherfuck what they make, I done went that way
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| I don’t play, hundred rounds, hundred racks on your brain, young niggas go
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| rampage
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| This a new Maybach seat, go back more space, right between us, an ice tray
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| Audemar rose gold, I don’t know what the time say, new piece that Shine made
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| Walkin' 'round with racks on me, motherfuck if it’s flashy
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| I come straight up out the street, ain’t no pretending, no acting
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| I don’t blame no one for my struggle, I still fuck with my daddy
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| I’m still thuggin', high as fuck, ridin' 'round, toting ratchets
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| Out late night with Three, ma, I ain’t comin' home
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| I been tryna make it through the headphones
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| You see me when I came in, I was all alone
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| Now nobody understand the type of time I’m on
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| Four choppers in the coupe, me and my bro 'nem
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| Catch him, run down on him, we gon' put it on him
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| Everybody ridin', bullets flyin', niggas dyin', we gotta show them
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| These bitch ass niggas done stole him, and we don’t even know them
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| This is the sound |