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C.N.O.T.E
Wop

Well my day startin' crazy, my pack ain't make it
The feds investigating, some of my niggas fugazi
I keep gunners with me lately, they might gun you for nathin'
El Gato is my name, don't ever call me Radric
Crystal coke and crystal meth, so icy
I'm but I'm famous, bitch I'm armed and I'm dangerous
Diamonds on me mane, fuck what niggas thinkin' mane
Guwop gon' keep gettin' it mane, long as they keep it mane
Play with me, it
ain't that synthetic
Y'all too pathetic
You don't got it go get it
tell, I'm connected
El Gato, it
Two plugs with hella drugs
Call them Redman and

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

Fuck the police, that's the we honor
Your bitch on my drip, I it on her
Diamonds on fleek, I'm cold,
Me and Wop at the top
Millionaires out the cell
I ain't never gotta 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
ain't gave me shit, I earned it nigga
Me and really gettin' them loads
Ask the streets, everybody
Spend my show on clothes
Trap stay bunking, we close
Runnin' with slime, they'll wipe your
I'm from the gutter, throwing up
I'm back on my shit, I'm dripping
Did a bid, back, then I brushed it off
Shooters, they gon' on my command
Pop a nigga like a xan
All I needed was a chance
Now I got a whole lot of
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, tryna get off the
I'm like Luda, I been slanging them

When the load gettin' closer, they don't pull him over
I know my over, sack 'em up and keep the over
Dope weighing over, please don't it over
It's losing water rapidly, I whipped it up with
Count the over, and feed the junky sober
the water on it when I lean the pot over
Zone 6 soldier, take hood over
High grade, upscale, top-notch

I been a real crazy day, but them packs man I'm gettin' paid
Got G8 on the cell floor, he done poked a with a switchblade
I done stayed down with my own, nigga I came up with my own way
Zone 1 rebel, got pistols than an arcade
And Marlo is my real name, don't call me rude
Act a fool, and I been a damn with them tools
Young make the rules, break the rules
I been a gangster, I the news
Do script and pack with Lil food
Goose say we're goin' crazy, ooh
And the gettin' real real closer
And I hope the dope just up out the water
And I put fish scale in that water
Make it double up and get real harder
And if it [?] go real farther, yeah

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