| Instead of loading a chopper I’d rather roll me a blunt
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| But if you looking for problems, my nigga, get what you want
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| I’m at your house and I’m black, couple nines in the front
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| A couple nines in the back so nigga, move if you want
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| Cause we want everything, nigga, everything
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| Everything, nigga, everything
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| Everything, nigga, everything
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| Everything, nigga, everything
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| Designer, my clothes and my drugs
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| I pull up in skinnies at clubs
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| Your bitch on my dick, she come to the crib
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| She passed around, no love
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| My niggas, they skating and dealing
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| She saying the money appealing
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| Ain’t worry about what a fuck nigga gon say
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| All the real niggas say they gonna feel it
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| Said I got crosses all on my denim
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| Bands stuffed up in them
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| My bank card and my face card
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| Hold the same weight I’m chilling
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| Smoking weed when I’m rolling weed
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| And I’m drinking, too
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| Not one gram of my new dutch, ho, I need two
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| Just a bunch of young niggas getting paid
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| She gonna smoke but she never get saved
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| Drop a song but they never get played
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| Blunt full of kush, my closet got BAPE
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| Drop a tab and I’m straight
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| These other niggas too late
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| Said my niggas got now, this other niggas gotta wait
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| Instead of loading a chopper I’d rather roll me a blunt
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| But if you looking for problems, my nigga, get what you want
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| I’m at your house and I’m black, couple nines in the front
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| A couple nines in the back so nigga, move if you want
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| Cause we want everything, nigga, everything
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| Everything, nigga, everything
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| Everything, nigga, everything
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| Everything, nigga, everything
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| Run up in the crib like runnin
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| Give us all the drugs and the money
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| Give us all the ones and the hundreds
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| Smile when we done like it’s funny
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| Blacked out nigga, he ain’t even see it coming
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| Caught him in the back, wait, no nigga, no running
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| From the East Side, my nigga, this nothing
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| Al Horford, Kyle Korver
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| Hit him with the Hawk then it’s all over
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| Going through the freezer and I’m runnin through the mattress
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| Fuck the bullshit, nigga, tell me where you stashing
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| Last name Bronson, all about action
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| 38 golden, let a nigga flash it
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| Uncle Sam grams, nigga still taxing
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| Chopper gon sing like a Braxton
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| Camera on the set but it’s still no acting
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| Caught up in the money and we still gonna trap it, nigga
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| Now it’s Alexander Wang and your bitch on my wang
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| I fucked her in the rain, she almost broke my chain
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| Murakami on the plane, what the fuck you saying?
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| We don’t want a little, we want everything
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| Instead of loading a chopper I’d rather roll me a blunt
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| But if you looking for problems, my nigga, get what you want
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| I’m at your house and I’m black, couple nines in the front
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| A couple nines in the back so nigga, move if you want
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| Cause we want everything, nigga, everything
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| Everything, nigga, everything
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| Everything, nigga, everything
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| Everything, nigga, everything |