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Bright light all bright on the Bentley
the Cadillac, panoramic, no panties
Old school '55 granddaddy
Gotta some salt on it, 'cause you know I'm getting at it
Throw the fork on it, put it in traffic
Throw the sauce on it, got it flying out of
Hope you didn't to it to yourself, tragic
Hope you throw away what we established
Hope you wouldn't turn your on your family
The way a nigga 'round here, they a back-stab you
Word from your brother, young nigga
I just see you happy, I just wanna see you happy
through the cut like an known grim reaper
'Bout to get straight finnesed, trynna get a cheaper
Hold on to that clip a doped up needle
Girl hang on that strip with a four nigga

but a bad little bitch in some red bottoms
And where ya mans at? that the feds got 'em
I see you cruise the Land Rover through the side (Go-Go)
Lexs, it'll your peripheral
It's a moon in the middle of the day
Got them wolves out, a little Cartier
Got the trap jammed packed like The
Know a few real ones gon' see they next birthday
them young niggas grind
'Fore you gon' knock someone
And they shoot, then shoot something
We better hear 'bout this on the news or something
We better 'bout this shit on the news or something
Man down over
Young came through on the K like a drummer
They done a boss out nigga, no wonder
Niggas crossed out nigga, no wonder
Hoes X'd out and we on ganja
The wanna talk, but we won't say nothing
to these clips, niggas won't say nothing
Niggas true to these clips, niggas say nothing

Had the parkay out the Pyrex
High glass on my pinky finger
Niggas in the water, no paddle
Niggas trying to walk my shadow
Bought a bird on the bezel, I'm a well rebel
Told a nigga Freeband, Roc-A-Fella
Told a young Freeband, Roc-A-Fella
You can turn off and I can kick it acapella
We work the front street where mama "Don't go"
We there
Trap house at bomb with that crack, we went there
Shawty don't fuck with these fo'
Niggas be telling these days, be telling these

Nothing but a bad bitch in some red bottoms
And ya mans at? Heard that the feds got 'em
I see you the Land Rover through the West side (Go-Go)
Lexs, take your peripheral
a full moon in the middle of the day
Got them out, rock a little Cartier
Got the trap packed like The Masquerade
Know a few real ain't gon' see they next birthday
them young niggas grind
'Fore you gon' someone down
And they gon' shoot, then shoot
We better hear 'bout this shit on the or something
We better hear 'bout shit on the news or something
Man down over
Young through holding on the K like a drummer
They took a boss out nigga, no wonder
Niggas getting crossed out nigga, no
getting X'd out and we on ganja
The police talk, but we won't say nothing
to these clips, niggas won't say nothing
Niggas true to these clips, won't say nothing