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Cook up Ayo RAN, turn that up I'll stick my neck out over that line, before they claim my soul I had to break the limits, find myself and lay my road I thought that snake was my lil brother Until he bit my hand Threw a lil strobe light on my Taurus Make him do that dance Pump make a nigga go long like Ricky Catching these bullets, praying for a pick six Tired of this bitch acting like I need her Ho turn around wanna swipe these Visas Tell them folks let go of my people In that water it get deeper Met some innies fucking with Staples They wanna have sit downs at the table Talk about how we about to run this pack up, through the ceiling Don't let the door hit you on the way out Don't bring your feelings I remember Too Hot said, it's in you put it in they face I make money in different cities, trying to see 50 states She wanna get near and get to know me She's investigative Everything on me real, them folks in Paris made this I got the world in my palms Angels waiting at Heaven's Gates, yeah Please don't be alarmed This G-lock ain't come with safety MONOBOYDOLO, what made me Loso, Lil Ro, Spazz Gang the real organization OG just got paid, send that anyway When yo head under that water, can't look for a savior I'll stick my neck out over that line, before they claim my soul I had to break the limits, find myself and lay my road I thought that snake was my lil brother Until he bit my hand Threw a lil strobe light on my Taurus Make 'em do that dance Pump make a nigga go long like Ricky Catching these bullets, praying for a pick six Tired of this bitch acting like I need her Ho turn around wanna swipe these Would be lying if I said I wasn't scared Not of you niggas, just my mama seeing me dead Only a angel ain't no devils in my head Talking to God like every chance I get Inflate my prices need 10 bucks a leg Doing donuts DT losing my tread Catch me on BET in 'bout a year They almost took me 12 gauge for a zip Age number was thing Doug Will Working OT a quarter and a fifth All she wanted was a pic and then she dipped Hard body plastic shaped like Kylie Kim But rather bool with some melanin I don't need her, left her in the wind Lil block baby swooped her off the bend It's a wrap roll the credits that's the end, yeah I'll stick my neck out over that line, before they claim my soul I had to break the limits, find myself and lay my road I thought that snake was my lil brother Until he bit my hand Threw a lil strobe light on my Taurus Make 'em do that dance Pump make a nigga go long like Ricky Catching these bullets, praying for a pick six Tired of this bitch acting like I need her Ho turn around wanna swipe these Visas
Writer(s): L Crider, Jr Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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