[00:00.00]Yeah, yeah, yeah
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[00:01.69]Soon as I catch the vibe tell 'em to fetch the hearse
[00:04.44]Shorty I’m pressin' lines lifting the Lauren shirt
[00:07.54]Tell her to bless the girth if she with it
[00:10.05]I’m in that kitchen, wrist water whippin'
[00:13.29](psych) Work nigga, I don’t do that
[00:15.33]Niggas get bloop-blapped and blown away
[00:17.44]Wessons making Mexicans wetbacks like órale
[00:20.55]Okay, I’m on to something
[00:22.46]Momma should've told you it’d be days like this
[00:24.68]It’s just a tale from the crip
[00:26.35]I’m on my séance shit, I’m tryna' make a million dollars
[00:29.44]Keep it hood while crossing over on some A.I. shit
[00:32.44]I need a foreign baby momma to match a nigga model whip
[00:36.04]Ramona Park made me from scratch
[00:37.95]A lot of lotto picks lost inside this game called rap
[00:40.90]I be the underdog
[00:42.31]Bullet hit his forehead, it exit out his under arm
[00:45.19]Ain’t nobody bigger than my hood, my nigga, f**k a boss
[00:48.43]Baby momma killer, you offended and I f**k her raw
[00:51.35]Stretchy doin' federal time for bustin' at the law
[00:54.54]And he gonna be a neighbor of mine, you play me for a pawn
[00:57.67]Shorty I be swimmin' with sharks, your posse full of prawns
[01:00.78]Pistols rip his body apart, now he afraid of dark alleyways
[01:03.84]Niggas better listen when the pastor say
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[01:15.91]It's Golf on that—b*tch, it's Golf on that ball cap
[01:19.33]I guzzle the tall boy, Jehovah ain’t call back
[01:22.41]And ya’ll still debating over Earl music
[01:24.81]Troops got the group nationwide moving merch units crazy
[01:28.47]Peanut butter to paisley, walking down the street
[01:31.63]In the different color McGrady's, that first grader was me
[01:34.53]Now my fist full of spliffs and the old banker receipts
[01:37.67]B*tches grip the stick and jerky like cold shanks of the beef, dry
[01:41.14]I’m taking purses like they chances in the evening
[01:43.94]Pick your pants up, boy, you dancing with a demon
[01:46.94]On my momma I been limiting my features, filling swishers up with reefer
[01:50.28]B*tch, it's difficult to beat him like a soft dick
[01:52.61]Golf clique deep and we don't hit the streets passive
[01:55.59]That nigga Sweaty got the gas and Shreddy k brought the matches
[01:58.90]Put your body down in water like a Lipton tea bag and then
[02:01.83]Switch to different f**king whip to let them piggies speed past 'em
[02:04.81]It's the rats, try and get the cheese What it do? Rap like I'm mincing meat
[02:08.94]Call me Lou, if I'm on the track, these niggas skip to me
[02:12.02]Niggas want to fade me, b*tches feel some type of way for me
[02:14.94]50's in my pocket falling out like f**king baby teeth
[02:18.21]Vince be with the rocket, he gone pop it when it’s danger round
[02:21.27]Fingertips to tapers, now, salute us when you face us
[02:24.35]Give a f**k about the moves all these loser niggas making now