40 Cal (Ivory Remix)

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Ri-Rico Act

Hairitage

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Look, look, look

Yeah, you come with me, I turn you into a pro, I'm not an amateur

I'm sharper than the average cutlery, commit a massacre (Boom, boom)

A man-o'-war, steady rocking your scapular

Haters inside a canister scared of my 40 caliber

'Ey, they got a new hizzy (Hella)

Fur coat like kiwi ({?})

I ain't got me no Maybach, but I think it's time to go get it

I-I-I dug a bitch New Yorkie, **** be talking, they don't know my story (Bop)

Soon as I got me a Foreign, they started hating and I pulled out my .40

I got some haters talking, they've been getting rookie nails

They want to go to war, I chew 'em up just like my fingernails

I roll with shottas, fuck the jail

I can't afford the bail, but if I do they know I get it poppin' like the 40 Cal

Poppin'

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Poppin'

40 Cal

Motherf—

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Poppin'

Poppin'— 40 Cal

Psychotic drinking, heavy like I'm bound to fail

I'm head banging my fade like I got ponytails

Ba-Ba-Bad bitches in the club, I make them ride the rail

Flying, selling alcohol and rollin' with a 40 Cal

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Poppin'

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Poppin'

40 Cal

Motherf—

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Ah

Poppin'

Poppin'— 40 Cal

40 Cal ****, do your thang right there

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I'm rolling up inside the block, quit acting funny

Boy, you're cotton soft

The hunnid choppers hotter than humidity, you drop your jaw

That's savage like I'm twenty one, twenty bucks I knock you off

Lo-Load it up with fifty and the drummy gotta pop it off

Fu-Fu-Fu-Fuck **** been hating

Ah, fuck the start but I make it

I ain't making too much, look

They said I'm making you blush

I don't wanna be famous

Y'all-y'all **** too basic

You don't want see my 40

I'll take your brain on vacation

I hate a **** talking, acting like he been about it

Then I come to your neighbourhood and I'ma catch you a hundred bodies

I roll with shottas, fuck the jail

I can't afford the bail but if I do they know I get it poppin' like the 40 Cal

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Poppin'

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Poppin'

Poppin'— 40 Cal

Motherf—

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Poppin'

Ri-Rico Act (Get out)

(Where did you get that gun?)