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C.N.O.T.E
Wop

Well my day crazy, my pack ain't fuckin' make it
The feds investigating, of my niggas turned fugazi
I keep gunners with me lately, they might gun you for nathin'
El Gato is my code name, don't call me Radric
Crystal coke and crystal meth, so icy
I'm gangster but I'm famous, bitch I'm armed and I'm
Diamonds on me blinkin' mane, fuck what thinkin' mane
Guwop gon' keep gettin' it mane, as they keep printin' it mane
with me, regret it
This ain't that
boys too pathetic
You got it then go get it
tell, I'm connected
El Gato, it
Two Asian plugs with drugs
Call Redman and Method

When the load gettin' closer, hope they don't him over
I know my bows over, sack 'em up and the over
Dope weighing over, please weigh it over
losing water rapidly, I whipped it up with soda
Count the money over, and the junky sober
Splash the water on it I lean the pot over
6 soldier, take your hood over
High grade, upscale, top-notch

the police, that's the code we honor
Your on my drip, I poured it on her
Diamonds on fleek, I'm cold,
Me and Wop at the top
Millionaires out the block
I never gotta sell blocks
I get bored I buy a new watch
Went to the lot and bought my a drop
Now I'm on fire, I burn a
They ain't me shit, I earned it nigga
Me and Marlo gettin' them loads
Ask the streets, everybody
Spend my show on clothes
Trap bunking, we don't close
Runnin' with slime, wipe your nose
I'm from the gutter, up fours
I'm back on my shit, I'm dripping
Did a bid, back, then I brushed it off
Shooters, they shoot on my command
Pop a nigga like a xan
All I ever needed was a
Now I got a lot of bands
Now I got a lot of fans
Tucking my in at my shows
Rollies, want a white one, a gold
Never and I'm always on go
In the of the back, I got the curtains closed
Trap spot, get off the load
I'm like Luda, I been slanging bows

When the load gettin' closer, hope don't pull him over
I know my bows over, sack 'em up and keep the
Dope over, please don't weigh it over
It's losing water rapidly, I it up with soda
Count the over, and feed the junky sober
Splash the on it when I lean the pot over
Zone 6 soldier, take your over
High grade, upscale, yola

I been having a real crazy day, but them packs man I'm paid
Got G8 on the cell floor, he done poked a nigga with a
I done stayed down with my own, I done came up with my own way
1 rebel, got more pistols than an arcade
And Marlo is my real name, ever call me rude
Act a fool, and I a damn gangster with them tools
Young make the rules, break the rules
I been a gangster, I the news
Do script and pack with Lil Baby
Goose say we're goin' crazy, ooh
And the load gettin' real closer
And I hope the just came up out the water
And I put fish scale in that water
Make it double up and get real real
And if it [?] go real farther, yeah

When the load closer, hope they don't pull him over
I know my bows over, 'em up and keep the over
weighing over, please don't weigh it over
It's water rapidly, I whipped it up with soda
Count the money over, and feed the sober
the water on it when I lean the pot over
Zone 6 soldier, your hood over
High grade, upscale, yola