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

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

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

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