| Codeine on rocks, most definitely when I’m tired
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| The substances we steal with all of that
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| My low got killers inside of it
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| 40 with 30 inside of it
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| Got a rubber handle and a beam on it
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| You know it got all of the condiments
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| My low got killers inside of it
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| 40 with 30 inside of it
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| Got a rubber handle and a beam on it
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| You know it got all of the condiments
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| You know I’m with all of the substances
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| They must know who they fuckin' with
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| He was 16 when he lost his life
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| They must not know that it come with this
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| They must not know she gon' run it in
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| They must not know she a hooker
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| They must not know that my block boom
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| They must not know I’m a pusher
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| My brother on level 4 right now
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| He got shank on it right now
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| I wish I could bring him home right now
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| They gave him one day till them lights out
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| My brother on level 4 right now
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| He got shank on it right now
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| I wish I could bring him home right now
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| They gave him one day till them lights out
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| Roll up then pour up a five ounce
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| Sip till I slip in the coma
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| I’m in H-Town with this Cali lamb
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| These niggas gon' trip on this soda
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| I said, roll up then pour up a five ounce
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| Sip till I slip in the coma
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| I’m in H-Town with this Cali lamb
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| These niggas gon' trip on that order
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| I can’t let you kiss on me son
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| I just can’t let you kiss on the soda
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| I can’t let you kiss on the soda
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| I can’t let you kiss on the soda
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| Sent the bitch to Minnesota
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| Got a bitch in my Fendi bending over
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| She told me she fuck with my partner
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| She told me to watch him cause he’s over
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| I said, sent the bitch to Minnesota
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| Got a bitch in my Fendi bending over
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| She told me she fuck with my partner
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| She told me to watch him cause he’s over
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| Gucci buckle for the holster
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| I promise to God I’m a stoner
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| She said she pregnant by mine’s?
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| I promise to God I don’t know her
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| Don’t look or get caught in the open
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| Cause nigga get smoked, just ask the Obamas
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| Don’t look or get caught in the open
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| Cause nigga get smoked, just ask the Obamas
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| I swear to God they ain’t want it
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| Girl, I swear to God they ain’t want it
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| Niggas swear to God they ain’t want it
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| I swear to God they ain’t want it
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| Finna book a flight to California
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| Over 10 bands in my luggage
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| I just be thumbin' through hundred
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| These niggas ain’t playin' with no ducket
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| Finna book a flight to California
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| It’s over 10 bands in my luggage
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| I just be thumbin' through hundred
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| These niggas ain’t playin' with no duckets
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| I’m purchasin' pistols and buckin'
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| For all my lil niggas to kill you for nothin'
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| I’m purchasin' pistols and buckin'
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| For all my lil niggas to kill you for nothin'
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| It’s hail gang like a motherfucker
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| Hail gang like a motherfucker
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| Hail gang like a motherfucker
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| I’m purchasin' pistols and buckin'
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| For all my lil niggas to kill you for nothin'
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| I’m purchasin' pistols and buckin'
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| For all my lil niggas to kill you for nothin'
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| It’s hail gang like a motherfucker
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| Hail gang like a motherfucker
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| Hail gang like a motherfucker
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| I’m purchasin' pistols and buckin'
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| For all my lil niggas to kill you for nothin'
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| Huh, easy mother nigga like a lay-up |