| Big rubber bands, I be poppin'
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| I up this fucking pistol then I cock it, I pop it
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| I talk all this shit 'cause I’m 'bout it
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| You want beef? |
| I got Criscos, we can get it poppin'
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| Call me baghead Milonakis
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| All I get is bags, all I get is money
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| Smoking big Backwoods of that funky
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| I pull up, get that money then I’m bouncin'
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| I pull up hop out, I don’t pop out
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| I got the cops out, it’s hot out, I got Glocks out
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| I up this 40 Mayweather, it’s a damn knock out
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| I ain’t make it in school, Chief So was a drop out
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| Something something something, I forgot now
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| I was thinking about the guap then put my guap out
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| I’m Sosa Ray Charles, you can still get knocked down
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| It’s a parade here, all you see is Glock shells
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| I dress myself, bitch I don’t need a stylist
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| I got my pistol just in case the violence
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| I think my chopper gay, I pulled him out the closet
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| I call my chopper Ye' 'cause he half went to college
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| I call my desert eagle «Desert Storm» 'cause we be warrin'
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| I think my Mac wanna be a rapper, we be touring
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| Like Kobe, Shaq, D. Rose and Butler, we be ballin'
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| If you talking 'bout some millions, we be on it
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| Big rubber bands, I be poppin'
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| I up this fucking pistol then I cock it, I pop it
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| I talk all this shit 'cause I’m 'bout it
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| You want beef? |
| I got Criscos, we can get it poppin'
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| Call me baghead Milonakis
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| All I get is bags, all I get is money
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| Smoking big Backwoods of that funky
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| I pull up, get that money then I’m bouncin'
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| I pull up, get that check then I’m in the wind
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| I got two Glock forties, them be twenty twins
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| Don’t wanna fuck your bitch, she got a shitty wig
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| Shot four out the thirty, we got twenty-six
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| Pulled up swagging, know you seeing this
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| Bitch came to my crib, you know she eatin' this
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| She can’t have her phone, hoes be leaking shit
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| I’m an anti-ass nigga, I don’t speak for shit
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| Chief So got over totin' llamas
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| I got a HK caliber, Da Forty
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| I wasn’t good in science but I knew my numbers
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| I’m ballin'
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| Ring ring, tell your bitch stop callin'
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| Big rubber bands, I be poppin'
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| I up this fucking pistol then I cock it, I pop it
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| I talk all this shit 'cause I’m 'bout it
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| You want beef? |
| I got Criscos, we can get it poppin'
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| Call me baghead Milonakis
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| All I get is bags, all I get is money
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| Smoking big Backwoods of that funky
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| I pull up, get that money then I’m bouncin' |