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[Verse 1]
Codeine purchase, I don't even think it's workin'
Spin the loop on purpose
Perc a ****, we gon' hearse him
Bag 'em, purse 'em
Kick back for the twenty-four
NBA team, you see the score?
Run 'em down and make them bullets squirt
Big plate, seasoned
Break bread, yeah we eatin'
Noble family
And Ruth's Chris with a semi
Lil' key in a Chevy
Outta town, she play me
She give me head in the hemi
While I'm grippin' on the revi
[Verse 2]
Stackin' or drive, beastin'
All my ****, we be feasting
Shove up a cookie and break it down
Fiends in that playground
Young G's, wild hounds
Don't follow rules, ****, own now
Heavy metal, gotta keep it real
Tryna be a victim to the streets
[Verse 3]
Rundowns, homies
Youngins, we ain't by your lobby
Two tone ciggy
Gotta keep it for the poly
Free my big bro, prolly
I be with some wild hotties
Shooters keep groovers
I have two Percs, seven thirties
OT pressing birdies
Trap house booming
See three, we the movement
Holding onto glizzies, thirty
Bank shot like curry
LeBron, I'm done
Three rings, you a pawn
Got my homies in the house
[Verse 4]
Still reading the Quran
OT, where it get cold
Still digging into my long john's
Hoodie on like Trayvon
Strapped up with that napalm
Till the early morning, gotta get it up
Keep flyin' with me like Drake mob
G, whoa
[Verse 5]
Codeine purchase, I don't even think it's workin'
Spin the loop on purpose
Perc a ****, we gon' hearse him
Bag 'em, purse 'em
Kick back for the twenty-four
NBA team, you see the score?
Run 'em down and make them bullets squirt
[Verse 6]
Big plate, seasoned
Break bread, yeah we eatin'
Noble family
And Ruth's Chris with a semi
Lil' key in a Chevy
Outta town, she play me
She give me head in the hemi
While I'm grippin' on the revi
[Verse 7]
Money talk over linguini
She eating me like a panini
Little diva, she a Libra
Off white like a zebra
I was fuckin' on Kesha
Miss Cost-Don't-Need-Ya
Bunny rabbit how she hop on the dick
She gon' eat me like shrimp on a stick
Finesse pack, gonna run on my chips
Different swag, got me switching my fist
Foreign women, I be swimming in them
Shooters with me, they don't post in the gym
Blake Griffin how we dunk on your mans
Couple bands, movin' them grams
Hand-to-hand, gonna be watching for Vans
Same time, I be watchin' for opps
[Verse 8]
Keep a glizzy, watch that shit that you rock
In the foreign, now I just dropped the top
I don't trust those that be given the drop
Sippin' this syrup like I got the cop
Benz-Coupe when I back out the lot
Bring my money and rush it at you
Bad bitches I just fuck 'em in twos
Every switch, I might get you a fool
Take a chance, take a chance with the crew
Lil ****, they just go in the loop
Little bitty shoes when you get bread
Poppin' them percs, you fiend for the mess
Driving dirty with the beam on the glitz
Dirty road, I don't know what's ahead
Paranoia, watchin' out for the feds
These my guys, you get filled up with lead
[Verse 9]
Codeine purchase, I don't even think it's workin'
Spin the loop on purpose
Perc a ****, we gon' hearse him
Bag 'em, purse 'em
Kick back for the twenty-four
NBA team, you see the score?
Run 'em down and make them bullets squirt
They play, fleecing
Break bread, yeah we eatin'
Noble family
And Ruth's Chris with a semi
Lil' key in a Chevy
Outta town, she play me
She give me head in the hemi
While I'm grippin' on the revi
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