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C.N.O.T.E
Wop

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

When the load gettin' closer, they don't pull him over
I know my bows over, sack 'em up and keep the
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 when I lean the pot
Zone 6 soldier, take your over
High grade, upscale, yola

Fuck the police, that's the we honor
bitch on my drip, I poured it on her
Diamonds on fleek, I'm cold,
Me and Wop at the top
Millionaires out the cell
I ain't never sell blocks
When I get I buy a new watch
Went to the lot and bought my a drop
Now I'm on fire, I burn a
They gave me shit, I earned it nigga
Me and Marlo gettin' them loads
Ask the streets, everybody
Spend my money on clothes
Trap bunking, we don't close
Runnin' slime, they'll wipe your nose
I'm from the gutter, throwing up
I'm back on my shit, I'm waterfall
Did a bid, came back, I brushed it off
Shooters, gon' shoot on my command
Pop a nigga noggin a xan
All I ever was a chance
Now I got a lot of bands
Now I got a whole lot of
my strap in at my shows
Double Rollies, want a white one, a
Never stopping and I'm on go
In the back of the back, I got the closed
Trap spot, get off the load
I'm like Luda, I been them bows

When the load gettin' closer, hope they don't him over
I know my over, sack 'em up and keep the over
Dope weighing over, 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 on it when I lean the pot over
6 soldier, take your hood over
High grade, upscale, yola

I been having a real crazy day, but them packs man I'm gettin'
Got G8 on the cell floor, he done poked a with a switchblade
I done stayed with my own, nigga I done came up with my own way
Zone 1 rebel, got more pistols an arcade
And is my real name, don't ever 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 and pack with Lil Baby food
Goose say we're goin' crazy, ooh
And the load gettin' real real
And I hope the dope just came up out the
And I put that fish in that water
Make it up and get real real harder
And if it [?] go real farther, yeah

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