392

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Freeband shit, Freeband shit (yeah)
 Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow, baow (grrr)
 Freeband shit, man, band-counter shit, man
 You know we want bags, man
 Swiper, no swiping
 Fire not too far from OV to 438, nigga (Yung Dza)
 Hop in the Scat and I go (vroom)
 Went and got Louboutins right out the store, ayy
 Twenty-two ridin' with Joe (baow)
 You hear a pop then that boy on the floor
 I got my Glock in my lap, I'ma score
 Lil' mama thick, I met her on the pole
 Told all my niggas y'all better not fold
 If anything, I'ma go and get the pole (grrr)
 Yeah, I'm a shooter, but don't gotta shoot it (grrr)
 I pay my lil' hitta to pull up and do it
 Swear that's your ass if we get into it
 I got lil' niggas ready to chew it
 I got pieces, I'm ready, I'm swipey
 You hollerin' 'bout action, so stop all that typin', ayy
 I ain't got time for no tussle
 I'ma just pull up and pop me a muscle
 After I copped it, I bought me a duffel (Zyoom)
 392, it take off like a shuttle
 Needed some paper, told my niggas huddle up
 Bitch, I'd be broke if I wanted to cuddle (Hell nah)
 Wrist is G water, new pack, place your order
 If you send a bitch to come shop, I'ma short her
 Ayy, I'ma spin your block like a CD
 Got about twenty missed calls from a BD (Hold on)
 Gotta pay a lawyer, can't rock with no PD
 Told that nigga take it to the door and make it speedy (Real fast)
 Pussy niggas tryna call the truce like a treaty
 Made about fifty-five bands off TD
 Say he gon' rob me, ha, try, pussy
 Fam (Blaow), he dyin', huh
 Bake 'em (Fft), deep fry 'em (Psst, Yung Dza)
 Go on, I'm slidin'
 I gotta be up for the pick up
 If I miss the drop time, I'ma go and stick up, ayy
 'Cause I gotta go and get it
 Crack's comin', gotta go and hit it, ayy
 I gotta go and hit it, ayy
 I gotta go and hit it, ayy
 Yeah, ayy, yeah (Ayy, okay)
 Soon as that Glock lock, hit him
 I hit his block and I bend it, shots extended
 Talkin' too hot, I'ma spin it
 Flew to the jeweler, bought a quarter mill' watch independent
 Shots keep flyin, who spinnin'?
 Ain't nobody seen who did it
 Trap house need new tenants
 Hop in that Scat and they shootin' for Kenny like he a lieutenant
 All of my opps I'm shootin'
 That choppa be talkin' in fluent
 Don't talk, I do it
 Choppa erase his face
 They had to cool it and close the casket at his viewin', mm, damn
 Niggas be tellin', I knew it
 Brand new bitch fell in, I flew it
 Blew twenty racks in the club but a nigga so
 Rich that you niggas can't tell that I blew it, ayy
 I'm slidin' in a Infinity
 I just go skrrt and I skid in it
 I don't give a fuck what bitch in it
 I don't trust you if you fidgety
 Hit the gas, cruise to infinity
 Know I got opps that'll try
 Know a nigga 'bout to drop with the
 Car, so I gotta keep switchin' it, ayy
 If I go to jail, I fuck the CO
 Piss real dirty, fuck the PO
 Down to the kilo, uh
 Had a nigga play with my backend
 Big yoppa that'll chop a nigga back in
 Pink 30 and the MAC-10
 That's lights, no camera but the action
 Homie I go to mail with this
 Been a thug since me and Kellz was jits
 He was steppin' out the cell with drip
 And all my niggas out of jail are rich
 It's poppin'
 

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Duration
03:09
Key
8
Tempo
130 BPM

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