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[Verse 1: Cory
is blank when the trigger face
Lil n***a with a bigger
Know me young homie? here's money, you wonder now
I'll make 2012 with a number
Talking that s**t; dont know who they rapping
Pause, I say f**k em fast, rabbit
I turn the to a maggot pit
She appear I wave the David Banner wrist
Gettin money, you b****s see me like my mother home
She's her dog is back with another bone
Hollar for a dollar, to back
I hit her right off of twitter, now that
I'm face, my network is social
Young Money, Money, we coach who coach you
Slow up protools with them loco vocals
What you know to, don't do,
I'm your go-tos,
Plot, you try I approach you quiet with the toast too
Fire, I smoke you
Tie, any man, bear choke you
Silence is I go to
Violent, in the safe, burner in the car, and the plates, burner on the waist
Find the and they solving the case
in the place, let is dissolve in his waist
I don't give a f**k if your moms and all is in the
Get pops, get popped, n***a pop off
Get a drop, in the chopped, get in knocked off
Glock and it hot, knock ya socks off
Get clocked, it tick, get tocked off
Block n****s, by the block when its off
Swat looking for the yacht is docked off
In the spot n****s plot to get bopped, pause
And the waps stop then ya top off

[Verse 2: Mill]
YMCMB DoubleM G, you me
Old school flow like Moe Dee
Coastal flow, I low key
Make a OT
Get a for the low
95 South get a that would go
36 let the b***h get an O
I put it in the hood that b***h better
In the of summer, do numbers
N****s better run from us that, us
That Mac-10 with a drummer, they us
Tell them n****s run up, get up
When that get clappin like Cory Gunz when he rapping
That be spitting so fast, and my n****s we platinum
And I'm... on the way I'm glow, I put my pressy on
30 thou, a got a Camero Chevy on
I go loud the neck give em a heavy one
And n****s on me, guess I get my Freddy on
Nightmare on you labels
I tell em put the dirty on the other table
You ever seen a 100 off fiend money
That Martin King, I had a dream money
I can tell you n****s never seen
We sellin white girl, gettin money
Aguilera, I'm in the
N****s whisper when I come through, I can hear em
I know these n****s looking, I see em though
My daddy in the grave, I make you em though
call me, mister "f**k a n***a" I don't need a ho
Cause I got my paper up, its to get my haters up
I'm gone!

B***h!

I'm gone!

Double-M G