| I just bought myself a 9 and my brother a Tech
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| Got too much on my mind, hit the blunt and reflect
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| When I was under arrest, my bitch was under duress
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| I bet she fucked while I was gone, then I doubled the bet
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| I smoke weed in Amsterdam and I smuggle the rest
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| I act like I’m shakin' your hand and you’ll get punched with the left
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| And you can get killed for shit you said under your breath
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| And if you do choose to bark, it ain’t nothin' to a vet
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| Man, fuck these niggas, I ain’t stuntin' these niggas
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| Yo bitch about to swallow a bunch of me’s, nigga
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| I got a white girl fuckin', suckin' me, nigga
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| While I’m thinkin' 'bout the days that it sucked to be niggas
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| Bought myself a 9 and my brother a Tech
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| Nigga, keep your head up like that gun to ya neck
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| And my bitch was scared to fly 'til we fucked on a jet
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| Fucked her in the cockpit, all these buttons to press
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| I just got myself a blonde with the puffiest chest
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| I just bought myself some time, rolled my Rollie a check
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| Ridin' in a double R, just regrettin' regret
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| Getting loaded more than once, no Russian Roulette
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| I just left King of Diamonds, I just fucked a baguette
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| I ain’t called her since that day, I just wasn’t impressed
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| Ooh, with a nose ring, startin' a bunch of BS
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| Hide the gun, knock on your door, dressed like UPS
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| Man, fuck these niggas, I ain’t stuntin' these niggas
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| I’m a bear coughing up a bunch of honeybees, nigga
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| Got hoes under me, like a submarine, nigga
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| Got a bitch with a clit like a butter bean, nigga (Uh)
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| Bought myself a 9 and my brother a Tech (Yeah)
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| Bought my sons toys and my daughter a pet
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| Bought my homeboys choppers and my woman a dress
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| And to catch me if I fall, I bought my mother a net, let’s go
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| Anyone could get knocked off, any bitch could get knocked up
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| Baby daddy get locked up, sell everything, put the house up
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| Don’t say anything, keep your mouth shut
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| Except two words and that’s «how much»
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| If I do get out, we’re skippin' town
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| She said what about her mama
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| I paused
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| I said, «I gotta do what I gotta
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| Is you gon' ride with me or you not?»
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| And she start cryin' and said, «I'm not»
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| And I paused
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| I said, «It's probably what’s best
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| Well, I’ll be back when pigs fly
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| So they can follow me on my jet»
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| I tell my pilot where to go next
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| I bring that problem to your doorstep
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| I catch you slippin' while you tired
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| Like the road wet, like it’s no sweat
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| I’m Tunechi, hi, I’m here to collect
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| They wondering why I ain’t gettin' no rest
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| 'Cause that’s just too close to arrestin'
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| And too far from «serve and protect»
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| So, Police, read me my wrongs, or just leave me alone
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| Rubbing, squinting my eyes, I still don’t see where I’m wrong
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| Sold my soul to the streets, they bought it previously-owned
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| Went to jail for a Glock and soon as I got home
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| I went and bought myself a 9 and that new MAC-11
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| You talk shit at 10:59 and make the news at 11:00
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| Bitch, I’m the wildest motherfucker on a team full of rebels
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| Young, wild motherfucker to a MILF, cougar, leopard
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| I’m a lion, motherfucker, to these hoes 'cause you can sweat a little
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| Euro my secret weapon like Mark, Jackson and Stephen
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| I see plain clothes, pigs, and unmarked intrepids
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| My bitch believe what I say, I told her, «Salt, what’s pepper?»
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| I’m cold as malts and metals, sell stolen parts, whatever
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| Put three holes in your head like a bowling ball, don’t spare 'em
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| And all my niggas in jail, that’s bullshit, I smell ya
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| Remember Destiny’s Child? |
| My favorite one was Farrah, man
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| Bought myself a 9 and my brother a Tech
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| I know you don’t want war like you just a cadet
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| Tell a motherfucker who next, «Motherfucker, you next»
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| I’m the best rapper alive and they love me to death, bye
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| Yeah
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| Fuck these niggas, I ain’t stuntin' these niggas |