| Hop in the coupe, it’s loaded
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| Yes, ah, it’s a Testarossa
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| Hop in the coupe, it’s loaded
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| 100 bands won’t fold
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| Hop in the coupe, it’s loaded
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| Yes, ah, it’s a Testarossa
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| I got a Rollie, plain jane
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| I might flood the whole face
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| Sip the Tec, yeah, for my anxiety
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| Gnarcotic gang, yeah, the fam, yeah, that’s what I bleed
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| Guns out, run down all my enemies
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| Say you love me, don’t believe me need to see some things
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| And I see some things, that you won’t believe
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| Gang with me bring the beef, just like Applebee’s
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| Hit the boof, cuttin' loof feel like therapy
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| Fake friends switched up, I won’t bless you
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| Gold digger ho, want some bands, try the next dude
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| I won’t bless you, nah, I won’t bless you
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| I won’t bless you, nah, I won’t bless you
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| I might die for this, really believe it’s my time for this
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| Not from earth, some other shit, waitin' on my mothership
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| I’m the man now, yeah, I got some bands now
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| Never had no handouts
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| You can have my whole town
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| Suck the gang dick 'cause she think we famous
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| People sayin' I made it
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| Only thing that changed is, changin' whips
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| Gnar and his lastest shit
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| Stainless guwop, my loaded shit
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| Won’t ever catch me in the VIP
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| Unless I’m paid to be there
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| Shittin' on you on you nigga
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| Gnarly sick as diarrhea
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| Brought a 'Rari to the hood
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| To let the homie drive it
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| Chopper sing Mariah
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| I would never lose it
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| Momma raised a fighter
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| Bring the gas out
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| I’ma need a lighter
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| I won’t bless you, nah, I won’t bless you
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| I won’t bless you, nah, I won’t bless you
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| I won’t bless you, nah, I won’t bless you
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| I won’t bless you, nah, I won’t bless you
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| 100 bands and you gotta hit the next dude
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| 100 bands and you gotta hit the next dude
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| Hop in the coupe, it’s loaded
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| Yes, ah, it’s a Testarossa
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| I got a Rollie, plain jane
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| I might flood the whole face
|
| Sip the Tec, yeah, for my anxiety
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| Gnarcotic gang, yeah, the fam, yeah, that’s what I bleed
|
| Guns out, run down all my enemies
|
| Say you love me, don’t believe me need to see some things
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| And I see some things, that you won’t believe
|
| Gang with me bring the beef, just like Applebee’s
|
| Hit the boof, cuttin' loof feel like therapy
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| Fake friends switched up, I won’t bless you
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| Gold digger ho, want some bands, try the next dude
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| I won’t bless you, nah, I won’t bless you |