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You hear the rotors
Beat the brakes off another opp
Hunnid and eighty-seven still on undercover cops
I break your neck and put your face in your lap
Keep one in the head, no safety, no cap
Never had a man bag
Glock where my pants sag
Even though it's no tint
What the fuck you starin' at
Indica to the brain
I'm tryna take away the pain
Even though it's two times
I feel like I'm Insane
You feel like you still got it
You feel like you Eddie Cane
You wanna make big profit
Run yo' ass in the bank
Hold up you said, who poppin'
Ugh...
No he ain't
I got Chase and Wells
Nigga, I'm holdin' bank
Box a nigga up out the paint
My niggas sound off trumpets
They ain't saints
Just do it, I just did
No MLB
I got dirty when a nigga slid, ugh
Keep me away from all they snitches and these bitch niggas
Keep me away from all the bustas and hoe niggas
Keep away
Keep away
Keep away
Keep away
Keep away
Keep away
Keep me away from all the fake and these snake niggas
Keep me away from all the jealous and these hatin' niggas
Keep away
Keep away
Keep away
Keep away
Keep away
Keep away
Yeah
I said I'll take a double burger with cheese nigga
That means yo' ass gettin' jacked for yo' things nigga
Shout out everybody that I hit a lick wit
You know me I'm still after this shit
Went to sleep broke
And I woke up ballin'
Dead big head niggas in my pocket
I'll take 'em out and count 'em
Every time a nigga shit in the toilet
What you retarded?
Got the carbon on my lap
Be a target
Yeah
Shocking like that logo for Chargers
Still pimpin'
You hoes better get it in order
Forgot where I parked it
And then leaved it
Crash cars off the lean
Yeah, it's just no regard for some things
Blaze blaze and she lookin' for a king
I'm tryna figure out how she got in them jeans
Huh
And if she tryna be up on the team or
If her ass tryna be a fling
Keep me away from all they snitches and these bitch niggas
Keep me away from all the bustas and hoe niggas
Keep away
Keep away
Keep away
Keep away
Keep away
Keep away
Keep me away from all the fake and these snake niggas
Keep me away from all the jealous and these hatin' niggas
Keep away
Keep away
Keep away
Keep away
Keep away
Keep away
Yeah
Papercuts come with counting this paper
I don't chase her
No sir, I'll holler her at her gator
It's no mistake
Yet we still hit shit with erasers
I want it all
I'll turn her upside and I shake her
Yup
Keep me away from all these Anita Bakers
Niggas be singing real talk
Straight up no chaser
If I made yo' bitch
Bring me my chips
When she done with that trick
How long will it take her
Huh
I can speak a million flavors
Sound good don't it
Yeah
I score like a real Laker
Yuh
Banana peel in the newspaper
That's it that's all
That there's the deal breaker
Keep me away from all they snitches and these bitch niggas
Keep me away from all the bustas and hoe niggas
Keep away
Keep away
Keep away
Keep away
Keep away
Keep away
Keep me away from all the fake and these snake niggas
Keep me away from all the jealous and these hatin' niggas
Keep away
Keep away
Keep away
Keep away
Keep away
Keep away
Writer(s): Shelton Bradley
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