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I was solo when the opps caught me at the gas station If he talkin’ on the yard, the pen’ dogs’ll take his chinīuy blocks in the hood, put money in the streets Twelve hundred horsepower, I get lost in the wind We spin his block, got the rebound, Dennis Rodmanįool me one time, you can’t cross me again My junior popped him and left him lopsided, yeah, yeah Slide on opps’ side and flip the block back, yeah, yeah I got the mop, watch me wash ’em like detergentĪnd I’m ballin’, that’s why it’s diamonds on my jersey ‘Cause the codeine had a young ni**a swervin’ Keep a Glocky when I ride in the Suburban Soon as you up me on that ni**a, get to bustin’ (Woo, yeah)Īnd if I ain’t enough, go get the chop (Yeah, yeah) Long as you know that, don’t let nobody tell you different ‘Fore I let another ni**a do somethin’ to you My daughter a G, she saw me kill a ni**a in front of her before the age of two PTSD, I’m always waking up in cold sweats like I got the flu She know what I do, she know ‘fore I run from a ni**a, I’ma pull it out and shoot (Boom) She know that her baby boy was always guaranteed to get the loot I’m really the baby, she know that her youngest son was always guaranteed to get the money (Okay, let’s go) Just talked to my mama, she hit me on FaceTime just to check up on me and my brother I’m ready to air it out on all these ni**as, I can see ’em runnin’ I got a big drum, it hold a hundred, ain’t goin’ for nothin’ Know you heard me say, “You play, you lay,” don’t make me push the buttonįull of pain, dropped enough tears to fill up a f*ckin’ bucket I’m ready to hop out on a ni**a, get to bustin’

It’s safe to say I earned it, ain’t a ni**a gave me nothin’ (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Soon as you up me on that ni**a, get to bustin’ (Woo) You better let me go the day you need me (Woo) My Glock told me to promise you gon’ squeeze me (Woo) This ain’t no guitar, bitch, this a Glock (Woo) Have you ever met a real ni**a rockstar? (Yeah) With the pistol on my hip like I’m a cop (Yeah, yeah, yeah) How you pull up? I pull up (Woo, SethInTheKitchen) How you pull up, Baby? How you pull up? (Oh, oh, oh)

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