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(الألبوم: MONY POWR RSPT: Designer Drugz Edition - 2015)


[Hoodrich Pablo Juan:]
Got a new plug, looking like Jackie Chan
Million dollar trap beating like it's made by Timbaland
Bought a new minivan, went to Panama
Got the Hannah raw, it came straight from Pakistan
Too many bands, [?] and rubber bands
Fuck it, call Michelin man
Order up a hundred bags
Fuck that, young nigga pull up with sticks in they hands
I ain't no Batman
Thought I was treating or tricking again
[?] surround where you stand
Them young niggas shooting anything that stand
They still trying to understand
How I got molly and selling them bricks for the ten
Bitch, I'm the gingerbread man
I could shoot two different choppers with both of my hands

[Jason 9 Eleven:]
Pull up with sticks in our hands
Pablo keep calling shooter
I'ma stand right here and with that F&N used to keep holding on to that Ruger
Pull up with sticks in our hands, with sticks in our hands
Pull up with sticks in our hands, with sticks in our hands
Got your block sound like a marching band
When we let go of two hundred rounds
We spraying up apartments, spraying up houses
And we either lay life on the ground
We pull up with sticks in our hands, with sticks in our hands
We pull up with sticks in our hands, with sticks in our hands

I know some young niggas straight from the slums
All they wanted was a chance and them bands in the end
Nowadays, they just stuck in a daze
They ain't worried about them M's, they just staying with their friends
Only thing that I ever knew was fast money
In the 90's, I looked up to Cash Money
I know some young niggas that'll come wet your block up
Only thing that I give them is some gas money
We coming with sticks in our hands
Looking for nothing but bricks and them bands
We seal in your crib, let you talk to the plug
You speak up, he can't hear what you saying
These niggas keep thinking we playing
I'll make a mess down for my young niggas through them
I'm just waiting on Pablo to give me a signal
He make the false move, then I'll shoot him

Pull up with sticks in our hands
Pablo keep calling shooter
I'ma stand right here and with that F&N used to keep holding on to that Ruger
Pull up with sticks in our hands, with sticks in our hands
Pull up with sticks in our hands, with sticks in our hands
Got your block sound like a marching band
When we let go of two hundred rounds
We spraying up apartments, spraying up houses
And we either lay life on the ground
We pull up with sticks in our hands, with sticks in our hands
We pull up with sticks in our hands, with sticks in our hands

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