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Mmm Yeah (Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up) Free my niggas with no bond They Devin booked 'em like the Phoenix Suns Caught an opp and I ain't have a gun He ain't shoot, Mario Chalmers Ever since then, had a burner Been a killer, look at who I learned from Want respect? Then you gotta earn some Want a stripe? Then you gotta burn some He wanna fight me, like Nike, let's do it Kick his ass in the face, that's my sweet chin music Only smoke dope, I'm not easily influenced Lil' booties matter, what's up with the chewin'? If I see a rat, put a shell on his back Master Splinter and turtles, they go to the sewers I'm in the field on the first and the third Tryna score on an opp like I play for the Brewers Bitch set me up, on my mama, I'll do her Pass me the heat, yeah, the one with the cooler Police behind me, watch how I maneuver Fast & Furious, smokin' Vin Diesel Can't say Paul, might offend people Never ever ever been a line leader 2014, I was seein' niggas down I ain't never ever been a timekeeper Free my niggas with no bond They Devin booked 'em like the Phoenix Suns Caught an opp and I ain't have a gun He ain't shoot, Mario Chalmers Ever since then, had a burner Been a killer, look at who I learned from Want respect? Then you gotta earn some Want a stripe? Then you gotta burn some Free my niggas with no bond They Devin booked 'em like the Phoenix Suns Caught an opp and I ain't have a gun He ain't shoot, Mario Chalmers Ever since then, had a burner Been a killer, look at who I learned from Want respect? Then you gotta earn some Want a stripe? Then you gotta burn some Deadstock Glock, fresh up out of the box (Yup) This not a beverage, wrist on the rocks (Ice) Pretty lil' bitch look like Vivica Fox (Woo) If she ain't fuckin', she kickin' the rocks (Bye) Just got the word you been missing your thot (Where?) I ain't hit that, she just bought guns for the block (Ha) That don't mean that you safe, I didn't say that I'm not (What?) I just rather she put in some work 'fore we chop (Woah) Most of my partners be felons and cons (Yeah) Niggas keep one in the head where I'm from (Brr) Chopper went rock, this a Drac' with a drum (Baow) Send that boy up, he be kissing the sun (Uh) Bin Laden go back to investing in bombs (Trap) Jody might shot 'em and serve him some crumbs (Slime) Scream, "Free the Mack," to the top of my lungs (Free the Mack) I'm Uncle Sam, these niggas Uncle Toms (Oh) Free my niggas with no bond They Devin booked 'em like the Phoenix Suns Caught an opp and I ain't have a gun He ain't shoot, Mario Chalmers Ever since then, had a burner Been a killer, look at who I learned from Want respect? Then you gotta earn some Want a stripe? Then you gotta burn some Free my niggas with no bond They Devin booked 'em like the Phoenix Suns Caught an opp and I ain't have a gun He ain't shoot, Mario Chalmers Ever since then, had a burner Been a killer, look at who I learned from Want respect? Then you gotta earn some Want a stripe? Then you gotta burn some
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