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Hood nigga for life, these bitches admire | I don't do no talking bruh', this is how I'm replying | Shoot niggas, phone tapping niggas bout his wife
Hood nigga for life, these bitches admire I don't do no talking bruh', this is how I'm replying Shoot niggas, phone tapping niggas bout his wife That's gon' have you somewhere in a ditch, bodies tied I mob like Carlo Gambino, make movies like Tarantino Flying in a Phantom with a Philippino, counting C notes Thirty bands in my pocket, double cup in hand Ice all over me, I'm like an avalanche I ride with a machine gun, hundred round drum Cause these jack boys hungry, they ain't ate none Nigga cross me, need to think for a second Make sure you're strapped and your mama got your dental records They asking for the beef, imma' gon' be their waiter I'm speaking dollar signs, you might need a translator Fruity bubble gum kush, that's a nigga flavor I'm chasing money now shorty, I'll catch ya later They asking for the beef, imma' gon' be their waiter I'm speaking dollar signs, you might need a translator Fruity bubble gum kush, that's a nigga flavor I'm chasing money down shorty, I'll catch ya later Hungry for that drama, hundred drum, I'm gonna feed them Hit them up on? let the block and junkies tweet it Gun shots when I greet them, Calico, there they go Bet they fold, to Allah, Sammy So', imma', imma' Hood nigga for life, too bitches to pipe Couple pounds of smoke, on that remy white Don't play with your life, don't play with your ho Don't play with your kids, nigga don't play with your noes They trying to lean me over, catch me in that drop Must be on that yoda, thirty racks or what Coke team, codeine, two pots, on that stove Watch them lean, whip it slow, cocaine mafia
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