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808 Mafia YK [Project Pat:] I
got cheese, dope, and a
fucking bad bitch (Woo) I
got pills, weed, and a
Draco with some clips (Woo) I'ma empty every round, then I'm reloading the
clip Caught your gal out here thotting, fuck on that lil' bitch Memphis niggas, country niggas, and we want all the
smoke (Uh-huh) Fuck with Hector and Gomez, man, we sell all the
dope (Uh-huh) Call my lawyer, Eric Morgan, if I
do get caught (Eugh) The
best lawyer in the
world, he gon' get the
charges dropped I
got dogs, they not strays Gold teeth, I
got braids Money trains niggas on they hustle, we try'na get paid (Ching king) Pistol group, .40 on the
hip Shooting out the
muzzle (Bang) Throw your gang sign in the
air if you know 'bout the
struggle Money blue, like puzzle Pull that scrap, like, uh-oh I'ma shoot, like fasho Try me, uh, no-no All my niggas on go-go Fuck 12, fuck popo One in the
dome, from Draco Head in pieces, like puzzle (Eugh, ugh) I
got cheese, hoes, and a
bunch of fucking dope I
got P's, coke, and some killers at the
door Hydro weed smoke, and a
quarter-ounce of blow What you need, bro, is to fuck with your boy [Young Dolph:] Ayy Sliding down 240, then got off on Earl Ways (Trap) Heading to the
hood where whole things for sale, man (Trap) You wanna P
or a
muthafucking bill, man (Trap) When you pass the
corner store, just make a
left, man (Trap) I'm on Boar Street (Trap) 80 P's a
week (Trap) Niggas running in and out, that's how you know it's me (Trap) [?] bars on every window on the
house (Like who that right there) Ain't nothing in here but a
scale and a
couch (Yeah, yeah) Narcotics riding down the
street, oh shit (God damn) I
grabbed the
money, went and threw it over the
fence (Open this door) Too much, this shit got me paranoid (Yeah, yeah) These niggas dummies, man, don't make me send the
boys [Key Glock:] Yeah South Memphis younging, you know how I'm coming I
been getting money, turn nothing into something (Yeah) Phone line jumping (Brrt), they booking' me constantly (Okay) 'Cause this young nigga hotter than a
fucking oven (Hot, hot, hot) Chilling with your auntie (Ayy), smoking on some onion (Yah) Ass fat like an onion (Yah), head by my tummy (Whoa) Riding 'round town in a
brand new foreign (Shit) And I
got bored, put some Forgiattos on it (Yeah) I
be Gucci'd down, but I'm still wearing' Jordans (Yeah) I
be iced out, bitch, my neck cost a
fortune (Uh) I
been balling out, I
just came back from touring (Yeah) And linked up with Pat, 'cause he said he got some more [Project Pat:] I
got cheese, hoes, and a
bunch of fucking dope I
got P's, coke, and some killers at the
door Hydro weed smoke, and a
quarter-ounce of blow What you need, bro, is to fuck with your boy
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