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Look
Big, big
Big bands in the dope game
Trappin off the cocaine
Addin up the sack and rollin pack up in the doorway
All black fit, black tints, and a gold chain
Married to the money, you can peep but on a gold ring
Ion-Ion like to flex, they don't know that I ain't have it then
Struggle, bust a line for me and moms now i'm stackin tens
Shit get real or not with all this rap, they aimin for my head
But if they really bout it, they gon try, you gon see em dead
Me and all my brothers keep it yaktive with the stick up
Dependin on nobody, ain't knowin bout who gon switch up
Niggas turn to rat, or they backin down when them clips up
I started totin guns when these niggas stop puttin fists up
I'm bustin out the hammer and squeezin it til the clip dump
If you fuck with mines, my nigga, you finna get sum
I'm one of the most hated, ain't no difference in dividends
I'm playin with my life, and in this gamble ima get it in
Hop-Hoppin off the porch, and on the block is what i'm really bout
Weapons in my section, for the stretch I pour the millis out
Life up out the lawn, i'm sendin shine all for the bentleys now
Bitches ain't for me, I need the strips, I wanna mail the count
I ain't have a dollar nigga, now I need a lotta money
L on top of L, we countin guap and man this shit so funny
Niggas flexin last week, now they goin really dummy
Robbin in these truey jeans, a villain, drippin like sum honey
Betta keep that pole on me, in every situation
Purple potion in my cup, a nina blow yo face in
Whole lotta hollows for you sucka niggas talkin haitian
Another body that we catchin jus for meditation
You put in-
You put in work and do your dirt but watch the way you movin
I pray to god I stay alive, but this the life i'm choosin
Cold sweats soakin up my palm for those loose slips
Locked up or knocked down, they wait for me to lose shit
But I ain't have a thing, so it's no difference to the blue strips
A hunnid, ima stay before the one, I throw the deuce bitch
I'm gangin til i'm gone, they hear my song, they get to juicin
A sucka to a sucka, if you know, bet you won't do shit
I double what you got up in yo gun, i'm feeling two sticks
Stackin up the racks, i'm in the back right where the juice is
We too lit, geekin with my niggas bout a new skit
They know i'm with whatever, I been bout it cause I do shit
Bitch, jumpin out the car ain't where i'm posed to be
Notice me, i'm finna let you niggas see no hoe in me
It's 4 and 0, we scorin on you niggas like Ginóbili
I gotta let you know that you a hoe if you gon fold on me
Bitch, jumpin out the car ain't where i'm posed to be
Notice me, i'm finna let you niggas see no hoe in me
It's 4 and 0, we scorin on you niggas like Ginóbili
I gotta let you know that you a hoe if you gon fold on me
Bitch
