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Yeah Yeah Said I hopped off the porch when I was young I was up in the street trynna shine, trynna stunt Now these hoes want me cause my money long They see me counting up the dough, now they all begging for some We act a fool when we pop out with them drums They know we trynna off shit, so they all take off and run I'm with my guys, with my slimes, my day ones We be sliding down the block popping shit just for fun Aye, I ain't got no OG I ain't got a big brother Im just posted with my mud brothers We come out the gutter If he want some smoke, we send some shots We finna up that cutter If he want some smoke, we send them shots We finna up that cutter Aye He get sliced up just like butter (sliced up just like butter, yeah) And that's word to my mother (word to my mother, yeah) Yeah, you know we send them rounds at him We gon' slide down the town (slide) Yeah, up that fire Up that stick (up that what?) Up that stick (up that what?) That bitch gon' hit Finna split his wig Finna split his wig Finna split his wig Okay Okay Okay Okay Im with the gang Im with the gang We finna slide We finna slide Bullets gon' fly We up that fire I pop my shit, okay I pop my shit, okay Diamonds on my wrist, okay Diamonds dancing on my wrist, okay Diamonds dancing on my wrist, okay Diamonds dancing like Jackson And you know I'm 'bout that action And you know we finna trap shit Fuck with the gang, and you know it'll be a tragedy Yeah, it'll be a tragedy Fuck with the gang, it'll be a travesty Yeah, it'll be a travesty Yeah, it'll be a travesty Yeah, it'll be a travesty Yeah, it'll be a travesty Yeah, it'll be a travesty Said I hopped off the porch when I was young I was up in the street trynna shine, trynna stunt Now these hoes want me cause my money long They see me counting up the dough, now they all begging for some We act a fool when we pop out with them drums They know we trynna off shit, so they all take off and run I'm with my guys, with my slimes, my day ones We be sliding down the block popping shit just for fun Aye, I ain't got no OG I ain't got a big brother Im just posted with my mud brothers We come out the gutter If he want some smoke, we send some shots We finna up that cutter If he want some smoke, we send them shots We finna up that cutter
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