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Jump off plane, and jump to a coupe I hop outta bed, den jump off the roof I'm wit my dawgs, don't gotta say woof Yea I'm wit the squad, don't gotta recruit Feel like I'm Nas when I hop out the booth Wait I feel like Big, just gimme the loot She say she the one, but ima need two Get passed to my dawg, don't do alley oops These cops want us dead, wait nigga don't shoot, bitch Top down, rollin down PCH With a lil boujee bitch, like Nene Leakes Can't right my wrongs, no TD Jakes When I write these songs, they keep me safe Don't blast my shit when the CD drop Better play dead when you see these shots Movin that bass, this key don't lock On the southside with the key, no glock Y'all on Lil Nas, but we know Pac 03 50 with the Window Shop Ain't tryna break bread, tryna get more knots Came up out the womb stuntin Seeing red, counting blue hunnids I got smoke for sale, nigga who want it? I'm on ten, bitch you ain't gon do nothin Aye bitch don't shoot, ooh Aye bitch don't shoot, ooh Hop outta bed, den jump off the roof Aye bitch don't shoot, ooh I'm wit the squad, don't gotta recruit Wait I hop outta bed, den jump off the roof I'm wit my dawgs, don't gotta say woof Yea I'm wit the squad, don't gotta recruit Feel like I'm Nas when I hop out the booth Wait I feel like Big, just gimme the loot She say she the one, but ima need two Get passed to my dawg, don't do alley oops These cops want us dead, wait nigga don't shoot, bitch I hop outta bed, den jump off the roof I'm wit my dawgs, don't gotta say woof Yea I'm wit the squad, don't gotta recruit Feel like I'm Nas when I hop out the booth Wait I feel like Big, just gimme the loot Yea, I feel like Big, just gimme the loot (I feel like Big) Just gimme the loot You ain't counting coin unless you working in your purpose Bro bro lost his homie, keep his feelings from the surface Devil always working, treat that shit like it's a service Cuz staying where I'm at the only thing that make me nervous, uh Fuck the pigs, fuck one time Free da kids out the lunch line I just wanna catch a break, yea Y'all niggas want a punch line I don't talk unless I really feel it That selfish shit leave slumped in my village Niggas talking but don't see a percentage Niggas talking but don't see a percentage Fall in love not a option here A bunch of niggas kinda lost in here Payed the dues, payed the cost in here Freeway Rick like, who the boss in here Niggas gotta make a killing just for they lil one to get to eat One time wanna kill us just to make the fucking quota for the week, gah damn
Writer(s): Kyle Bowie Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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