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1:]
I got 25 pipes in my bag
25 ounces of OG gag
I got a mouthful of niggas OG bag
And I'm a paper round 1 and not fed
I got the pretty ice glass with the
I a half of mil made out of fan kits
And I still get the to your daddy
Coming on 'cause you know I fuck mamy
26 is 8 with the headbag
Can't hear from mama what a G bag
Red 4's on already bentley
Crib blue forging just like pentley
On way but I rhyme on the schemeless
Just hit a so I'm finna spend plenty
Pop up in the club I thought up in the 20
I at made 20 mil on I 20
20 year old, hit 20 fucking
30 years old Gucci 20 old bitch
roze at 30 years old
Suicide dogs, I don't die bitch
Got a call my niggas said daddy what a bleach
Tell me you wanna come that's where he will be
Pillow with a mac 11 rding for the
And a nigga gon me, a nigga gon jump

2:]
Just got a call and my dog got some
Get the car keys and the chopper's out the
the part of the game where shit gets tragic
Nigga say he got problem, we gotta let him it
All a couple and a couple cars
my dog been robbin' now we got a couple problems
He wrong or he right, bitch we shoot on
Burn your man's house down the morning catch a flight
'em out her hope he told his family good night
Thanks to breaking down bails I'm a need a good life
Out in Vegas like it ain't shit happened
Out here fucking with these bitches to see what happenin
I hate bitch ass niggas a passion
I had to leave ain't got time for no asking
Feet up smoking and relaxing
Shoot a ass out, John Paxen

3:]
I'm the type of will shoot you in public
Rather to a nigga I robbed in the public
I said I heard you for me and he try to change the subject
Had pussy in my breeze said he thought I went epic
Up in all day riding through the public
Somebody called the police 'cause they thought I was gonna them
I ain't get bad that is not out for discussion
They say the nose on 6 had to be trusted
But love ever take you there and up in the cullies
If your nigga had a roast then the pussy lucky
I pull up in a Rolls Royce and pull up in a bucket
Ye I rob your boy but I ain't motherfucking ducking
If you see me in the club better keep on
'Cause these niggas on the fuck and they ain't with the fuck around
Got a pistol with you dog and here it's the
Matter of fact 2 pistols let you get the pistol
You made it I was 8 when I learned to wrestle
I was bind on cook, man fuckers was catching
Get squick, man the law he was blessing
Got a car and a tec got a whole lot of weaponry
How the bed how the where I go off the extasy
Can't a move maybe nigga was finessing
But I off and got it bigger on professionally
Then my first second mil put that along that massacre