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Know what I'm talkin' 'bout Ooh-wee Ghetto gospel nigga Hop off the blue bird and start smashin' shit Nigga got to the pen I was thrashin' shit I was bustin' big store, I was havin' shit I had hoes on my books, I ain't ask for shit Kept a blade in my boots, on some stabbin' shit NIggas gay in this b*tch, on some grabbin' shit I was doin push-ups, on some savage shit Nigga got out the pen and I grabbed the b*tch Made my first hundred thousand off Africans My ho is white as a napkin And she get paid off of travelin' I'm throwin' sauce like a javelin Look at the pad I'm in, livin' extravagant Once we know you a snitch you can't trap again Once we know you a b*tch you get slapped again My lil bro broke his wrist in that glass again I told that nigga stop doin' that Go get you a b*tch and be Through with that Tryna whip up a brick, she work two with that And these boots I got on got the Gucci patch My belt Gucci too so the Gucci match I walked out of court in some Gucci slacks Then broke on a b*tch in a Gucci hat When I Bought all them chains they said Gucci back I got white b*tches slangin' that coochie back B*tch I'm a dog I eat Scooby Snacks And I'm stuck in the beat like a booby trap B*tch I grew out my hair just to lose the cap I took a pint on the cruise and nap I knock the P, make him lose his trap He couldn't sleep, he on Google Maps Got in a race and start losin' laps Nigga see me, he salty, don't get no daps Better stay off this smoke 'fore my Glock relapse And you end on somebody shirt perhaps Know what I'm sayin Ooh-wee Spray-cos, AR's, and choppers We into that Making hundreds off boppers We into that Peelin' off on the coppers We into that We ain't ducking no squabbles We into that Sending hits on our problems We into that We like sticks and revolvers We into that Can't find you Hit your mama, we into that, yeah we into that Spray-cos, AR's, and choppers We into that Making hundreds off boppers We into that Peelin' off on the coppers We into that We ain't ducking no squabbles We into that Sending hits on our problems We into that We like sticks and revolvers We into that Can't find you Hit your mama, we into that, yeah we into that Ooh-wee, ooh-wee Ooh-wee