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West, you're insane What you talking about? You ain't never seen no shit like this lil' whore, lil' bitch It don't matter if I'm broke or I'm rich, I'ma still hit licks Spin on your block with a .40 Glock Cocked all the way back and I bet I don't miss This shit too easy, what you talking about Mick? I'm talking about cash, paper, checks (uh) My shooter be strapped with a tech Yeah, it ain't nothin' to me (uh) I spent a check on my neck I stood at the trap 'til it's all gone I got the recipe I don't need nobody to call on I had to grind and go get it for me What you talkin' about? Hit a couple licks, still trap a lil' bit but I'ma keep it on the low-low They say I be doin' the most, I'm smokin on dope While I run from the po-po And you ain't never seen no shit like this I be rockin' the Givenchy with the polo And I still got a big bank roll on swol' You can go and ask your ho for the info Yeah, yeah Look at my neck hey, fuck on that bitch It's the minute man You can catch me stickin' dick in a skinny bitch Run up a set nigga, ain't got a penny, pens Off white shirt and my shoes Valentino Brand new coupe, all white like kilo Hit 'em wit the choppa, make 'em dance like Tito Bitch too easy, I hit it like a free throw (yeah) And we done had hard times Stood on the block wit' the 40, you dissin' the gang A nigga get hall tied Play with my niggas, they all died Sack like something, I'm rocking designer (yeah), all kinds I walk in the room and I'm covered in ice If they look at me I leave 'em all blind What you talking about? You ain't never seen no shit like this lil' whore, lil' bitch It don't matter if I'm broke or I'm rich, I'ma still hit licks Spin on your block with a .40 Glock Cocked all the way back and I bet I don't miss This shit too easy, what you talking about Mick? I'm talking about cash, paper, checks (uh) My shooter be strapped with a tech Yeah, it ain't nothin' to me (uh) I spent a check on my neck I stood at the trap 'til it's all gone I got the recipe I don't need nobody to call on I had to grind and go get it for me I had to grind and get it for me Shoot up the street if you're dissin' the G Ain't no cap on me I know them Bloods gon' rob from me Dripping that firm, attention to me Pop me an addy and fuck to the beat My body she here, she a freak in them sheets Sits in the car and she wet up his feet We done came a long way from the high parks We were chuckin', we were runnin' from the police All I need is one, two, three, four, five, six licks I'ma ball like Kobe I smoke a big Baton Woods and they stuck to the Met Like a motherfuckin' ho, big burns Bitch I just put out my wrist (ice) I got eighty pointers in my Rolex Remember them days we slept on the floor Got a couple racks, now a nigga want more Gucci my sweater, my pant Dior I got this stick when I walk in the store My nigga, that thot in a Foreign You not gon' talk me like that with no whore Load up the Glizzy, you shoot out the door All of this ice until you're not sure What you talkin' 'bout? You ain't never seen no shit like this lil' whore, lil' bitch It don't matter if I'm broke or I'm rich, I'ma still hit licks Spin on your block with a .40 Glock Cocked all the way back and I bet I don't miss This shit too easy, what you talking about Mick? I'm talking about cash, paper, checks (uh) My shooter be strapped with a tech Yeah, it ain't nothin' to me (uh) I spent a check on my neck I stood at the trap 'til it's all gone I got the recipe I don't need nobody to call on I had to grind and go get it for me You ain't never seen no shit like this lil' whore, lil' bitch It don't matter if I'm broke or I'm rich, I'ma still hit licks Blow on the block, strut with a stick and I bet he don't miss This shit too easy, what you talking about Ten? I'm talking about Glocks, MAX-9 (uh) Play with my gang, gon' bustin' their mind My shooter gon' up here, he shootin' just fine Juveniles 'fore they slayin' that, ay Still get the feelin' I'm outta my mind He can't cross that line, we're bustin' that out I done wipin' his nose and throwin' a sight Don't want no hoes, you ain't nothin' my kind I got the Draco keepin' this safe Play with that gang, get shot in yo' face I'm fi blew up, put hum on the plate Me and lil' bird, we stuck in L.A. These niggas, they really some snakes Strike and they know, threw him on the plate I got the cave, he shot in yo' face I'm gonna plot that nigga bro (safe, what you talkin' 'bout?) You ain't never seen no shit like this lil' whore, lil' bitch It don't matter if I'm broke or I'm rich, I'ma still hit licks Spin on your block with a .40 Glock Cocked all the way back and I bet I don't miss This shit too easy, what you talking about Mick? I'm talking about cash, paper, checks (uh) My shooter be strapped with a tech Yeah, it ain't nothin' to me (uh) I spent a check on my neck I stood at the trap 'til it's all gone I got the recipe I don't need nobody to call on I had to grind and go get it for me (What you talkin' 'bout, bi-)