| I’m so loyal to this Rollie, I’ll die for it
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| But you gon' die for this motherfucker first
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| It’s gon' be hell 'fore a nigga try to take my chain
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| Out in these streets, they callin' murder
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| They got a few feet but we took it further, yeah
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| My little partner keep a popper for the tooly play
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| Tryna noodle somethin', nasty when the shooters yank
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| Gucci’d up and Gucci’d down, hella Gucci gang
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| This Nooki chain cost a dub, it’s out of love for blood
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| All this shit is out the mud, hustle break it down
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| Stranded in them trenches with me 'fore we made it out
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| No two for ten, three for twenty, tryna raise an ounce
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| Cookin' doors came with stripes, judge banged him out
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| Them commas in the bank account belong to Zayda, baby
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| Residue’s filling my veins, I’m an '80s baby
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| But we don’t show remorse to suckers, Zilla’s bangin' brazy
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| Clip lanky on a yankee, it get mainy, baby, ayy
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| Bouncin' out, tryna murder somethin'
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| Clean up on aisle four, that nigga burger busted, huh?
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| Bouncin' out, I’m tryna murder somethin'
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| Clean up on aisle four, that nigga burger busted
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| I’m so loyal to this Rollie, I’ll die for it
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| But you gon' die for this motherfucker first
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| It’s gon' be hell 'fore a nigga try to take my chain
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| Out in these streets, they callin' murder
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| They got a few feet but we took it further, yeah
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| I do this for my gang, family orientated
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| Coordinating and orchestrating before we made it
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| Aim for 43rd, in front of the corner, baby
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| The sucker side ain’t never came across the border, baby, yeah
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| We get it poppin', on my partner’s soul
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| You got a drop on any opp, a nigga vámanos
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| Add to the scoreboard, the only common goal
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| It’s monkey nuts on everything, what your llama hold
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| Your lil' whoadie on parole and he still a go
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| Bitch, I’ll die behind this Rollie, you don’t hear me though
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| I love my lil' brother dearly, God keep him close
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| They talkin' murder, it ain’t nothin' we ain’t seen before
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| Don’t let your partner 'nem fall if you can keep him on
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| And move your mama out the trenches to a decent home
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| Shout out the niggas that ain’t hate and wanna see me on
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| Ayy, where was blood when I was broke and niggas needed loans?
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| I’m so loyal to this Rollie, I’ll die for it
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| But you gon' die for this motherfucker first
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| It’s gon' be hell 'fore a nigga try to take my chain
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| Out in these streets, they callin' murder
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| They got a few feet but we took it further, yeah |