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Can you turn it up a lil' bit? (Damn, Spency) Yeah, I got 30 shots, homie Yeah, I dare a nigga to pop up on me Okay, this chick's always on her phone Okay, I think they got the drop, homie Wet it, but they know I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, 'bout it, 'bout it Yeah-yeah, that's why they callin' the cops on me Yeah, hit 'em up, leave 'em shell shocked What? Cell phone on my cell block Yeah, shootout until it's bridge cock The back of the Banos, bight in front of a cop shop Okay, so you do the math Anytime I jump over that car, I'm smokin' on gas Talk to 'em, nigga, you say name brands, nigga? (Yeah) Sometimes I get emotional and change plans, nigga, okay (yeah-yeah) But we don't go for name brand innocents (nope) We get them name brands, that's with the killin' shit Yeah, I robbed the nigga that robbed Drake I threw it back in his lap 'cause I thought it was fake (ha-ha) He switched sides on the block, yup-yup So if you ask me, I call that nigga a snake (damn, Spency) 275K (woo), they ain't ride for my cousin Juice, so fuck them, anyway And the beef is like a five-minute drive Runnin' so hard, we took like five niggas' lives Not one time, I'm talkin' 'bout five different times With five different whips, and five different nines, okay See, niggas puttin' money on our lives But go and get your refund, we still alive, homie I got 30 shots, homie Yeah, I dare a nigga to pop up on me Okay, this chick's always on her phone Okay, I think they got the drop, homie Wet it, but they know I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, 'bout it, 'bout it Yeah-yeah, that's why they callin' the cops on me Yeah, hit 'em up, leave 'em shell shocked What? Cell phone on my cell block (Damn, Spency)
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