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Lemme know when it drop Nuez Eight seconds left on the shot clock, I'ma score Don't worry 'bout how much Wock' I got, I'ma pour We was talkin' 'bout Act', you a half a line, I'm a four That's a bullet hole in your brother face, ho, that's not a sore Niggas talkin' 'bout a lot of bullshit that's not important On some bullshit, what I just spent on drank, could've bought a foreign State to state with the OJs, we call that tourin' Old-school A.L. Pharma in, we call that orange Bitch, I'm a one-of-one Chanel shoe, you an Air Jordan Hutch and Gary did all my ice, you wearin' Jordan Had to tell Mike strap it up, he a fan fucker Big sack of rocks by my nuts, I'm a gram tucker I been pourin' drank all day, then shot the K, my hand sore Niggas ain't my niggas, just my son, my friend four I got some white dope, but they want the tan more Cold as hell cookin' dope, I need a hand warmer That other car want a hundred racks, the Lam' a quarter Don't get your ass beat by Da Yung OG with a fan recording When you walk into my living room, all you smell is Morton Got a bad Westside bitch, I met her at L. George's I just found a new spot, finna take a thousand pills to Florida Can't get no work from my Cuban friend 'cause he got deported Ten mil' so loud, when I blow it, it sound distorted Zombie Files, me and Lou drank a pint, it was not recorded Yeah, I had four hoes knocked up, but they got abortions Send my lil' dogs to put the play down, I'ma get a portion I just made some shit off the Greyhound to go buy a Porsche I always keep it real with KeKe, but I lie to Porcia Woke up and drunk a whole pint, I died this morning If you see me with some Mikes on, you can't find these Jordans You ain't even have your mic on, mines was recording Don't give a fuck about my other friends, but Mike important Wintertime, flew down to Miami, I ain't like the weather Touched down and it was kinda cool, bought an Off-White sweater Yeah, I'm gettin' off with the rap, but I get off white better If I feel you don't know shit 'bout the lean, I might stretch it I'm so plugged with the drank, when I buy it, I might not check it Okay, the car I'm in go two hundred, I might not wreck it Bitch fucked a bum nigga raw, now her whole life infected I was just fucked up, my license tell it Yeah, that was an old picture Fold my socks up 'fore I sleep, I'm an old nigga Nigga gettin' deeper in the beef, he a hole digger I only fuck with Gary when I'm buyin' rose, I'm a golddigger Up the four-five on the stage, now the show canceled Your baby daddy never shot a K, he a whole dancer Had the city fucked up, pulled up in an old Phantom Took off runnin' from the state boys, threw him dope backwards Nigga, you ain't gotta book my shows, I'm my own manager Nigga, haha Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga, know what the fuck goin' on, it's Rio