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[Yung Gleesh:] (Check, aight, go) Crack table, black table where we shootin craps at (craps) Ass crack, boof pack, Act gon' pass that, we past that 30 thousand dollars in the
hatchback Flashback, abstract like who da told pet pack Knapsack, 30 pints of syrup no flapjack (flapjack) She take a
nigga down, no talkin, no flap back Young nigga sound like me no sand sack Sand sack for a
billion dollars to get wet wet What the
Hell Gleesh talk about bein back back? 40 gram up and get down they toe check that Flauntin all down and off and dal and off a
private jet I'm a
get it, who ya kiddin? I
ain't get challenged yet Head shot... drink (drink)... stand up... drink (sip) Sit down... drink (drink), and I
ain't lose my balance yet [Uno the
Activist:] I
need to roll a
blunt Ya, what ah ya what hah huh Coolin on the
block smokin dope to the
face Niggas gettin smoked on the
block erryday Partna he a
crook of the
partner Nine Trey Sending out the
shots, it get hot erryday Movin out the
block with the
stalk, set up shop Mixin up the
red with the
wop with the
work Oh yeah, free the
Wop, throw the
guap on the
thot (bitch) Diamonds in my watch, all you niggas finna watch (hey) (What ya what ay ya what what What ay ya what what ay ya what what) They wanna fuck with my team, I
keep me a
chopper it came with a
beam (oh) No janitor I
got the
keys these bitches they comin straight for the
beast All of my dope please, it will turn any nigga to a
fiend I
swear to God now these bitches they come, no way these bitches won't leave I
keep a
drum, loud rututututm, the
Bentleys they up in my sleeve (ya) Niggas they come, but I
keep a
bum, or leave a
nigga on his knees (what) Bitches they come, mollies on tongue, now all my hoes get along I
feel like I
don't belong, I
guess I'm on VLONE [Maxo Kream:] Ay take that nigga down Hit him for those pounds then you leave, not a
sound Kick a
nigga door, tie him up with the
zip tie Stomped on a
nigga, yeah I
don't let shit fly Killers on his head, do the
drop for a
quick toe, I
ain't never been a
bitch Squeeze on the
chopper till the
gun go click (doot) dogs goin bark, keep it low like Vick (like Vick) Serving out the
trap with the
extendo sticks, going for the
six-four, no nintendo shit (uh huh) Sixty for them wops, they three a
pop, we got a
lot We pull up on your block, we set up shop, we give em out Mix Hi-Tech with that wop with soda pop, it's for my cough [*cough*] Got ten packs of them Xannies, they go for Peyton Manning Double wrap and seal the
pack, hollows, hydros, dirty ratchets Frontin in that spinach, cabbage, gasses, masks, smashes, spazzin Catchin blasts, hold the
casket, Hi-Tech blastin, taste for taxin Leave the
package down at Franklin, Reptar niggas, we Jurassic
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