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I up hop out, I don't pop out I got the out, it's hot out, I got Glocks out I up this forty Mayweather, a damn knock out I ain't make it in school, So was a drop out something something, I forgot now I was thinking about the then put my guap out I'm Ray Charles, you can still get knocked down It's a here, all you see is Glock shells I dress myself, bitch I don't need a I got my just in case the violence I think my chopper gay, I pulled him out the I call my chopper Ye' 'cause he half went to I call my desert eagle "Desert "cause we be warrin' I think my Mac wanna be a rapper, we be Kobe, Shaq, D.Rose and Butler, we be ballin' If you talking bout millions, we be on it ay
Big bands, I be poppin' I up this fucking pistol I cock it, I pop it I talk all this 'cause I'm bout it You want I got Criscos, we can get it poppin' me bag-head Milonakis All I get is bags, all I get is big Backwoods of that funky I pull up, get that money then I'm
I pull up, get check then I'm in to win I got two Glock forties, be twenty twins Don't wanna your bitch, she got a shitty wig four out the thirty, we got twenty-six Pulled up swagging, you seeing this Bitch came to my crib, you know she eatin' She can't have her phone, be leaking shit I'm an nigga, I don't speak for shit so got over totin' llamas I got a HK caliber, Da I wasn't good in but I knew my numbers I'm ballin', ring, tell your bitch stop callin'
Big rubber bands, I be I up this fucking pistol I cock it, I pop it I talk all this shit 'cause I'm it You beef? I got Criscos, we can get it poppin' Call me bag-head All I get is bags, all I get is big Backwoods of that funky I pull up, get that money I'm bouncin'