Key: F# minor
Intro 1
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Verse 1
Fucking around with Z- Ro nigga ya dead
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wrong (dead wrong), dead wrong (dead wrong)
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Know I'm saying, when I walk in the motherfuckin club niggas be hatin,
but guess what I see though
I see some niggas tonight that should be having they head stomped
(head stomped), head stomped (head stomped)
Excuse me, get off my motherfuckin toes
Verse 2
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I ain't got
no love for you
motherfuckin hoes
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Raise up, 'fore a nigga blaze up
I'd be the nigga that'll tear yo face up
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With a left, a right, I'm out- of- sight,
I'm boss
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I don't give a fuck, you see me
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flippin when I floss
Riding with the Trae, riding
with the Jay'ton
Riding with my brother,
brother, then we be on
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On a money making mission,
stackin our feddy
so heavy like a Chevy
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Slow it down going down,
we gon put it up
bitch, we shoot it up
Talking bout yo block now, I be
riding with my glock now
It's non- stop now, around the
clock now
Gotta get my motherfucker paper
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Hey ho, I just want some brain
That's that nigga Trae, that's
my right- hand man
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Man, Nigga we gotta master plan
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Nothing but
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thousand dollars spreads up in our hands
Fuck going to jail, gotta make bail
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We living in hell, so what the fuck oh well
And I don't give a damn,
Out here sippin codiene blowing
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on tree
At ease, motherfucker, just relax
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In my pocket,
And that's fact, I wouldn't tell no lie
If you run up, I put a
swoll on your eye
motherfuckin motor
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Like a transmission,
and I'm standing up hustlin
and I'm scufflin
If you running up, trying to take what mine
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And in my fucking pant's line,
I got that iron
I'll put flowers up in a basket
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For a bastard, to get his ass kicked
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that roll with plastic
Yeah
Verse 3
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why motherfuckers up in
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my face bumping they gums
Lately
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All that gum,
I don't know why motherfuckers up in my face bumping
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they
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gums
Yeah... Lately... What the
fuck do you want with me?
Feel me
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S.U.C.
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S.U.C.
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That's my fam
And it can't stop
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Texas
Ooh
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Alright, that's how we gonna
Verse 4
ride out with this shit
Hoes know, niggas know
Know I'm saying,
Verse 5
top of my head
From that Lex,
(From that Lex), when you finish it (when you finish it)
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Put him underground (ground), where he can't
make a sound (can't make a sound)
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We don't give a fuck (We don't give a fuck), cause
we ride on buck (we ride on buck)
In a trophy truck (trophy truck),
leave a nigga stuck (leave a nigga stuck)
Ooh
Verse 6
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Alright, and we gon ride out (ride out), slide out (slide out), ride out (ride out), know
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I'm saying
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Em
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You gotta do it right when
Guess that's just how it is
Fucking with us southside niggas
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Fuck it, I guess that's just how
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it is man
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Niggas gonna have to make
way for us fool
Cause guess what
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You can... Keep watching,
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keep peeping, ya
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still sleeping, on the weekend
Verse 7
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Damn the beat gone? Fuck the track,
Outro 1
let's go to the next one
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