(Baker Yung, Yo, Ben)
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Turn me up a little bit more ayy
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Yeah ayy, ayy
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See, we posted with pistols and rockets
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Ain't makin' deposit's
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We puttin' that shit all into boxes
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Done got a lil' buzz, now I'm poppin'
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Got racks in my pockets, a bitch nigga reach
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Then I'm poppin'
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It's you or it's me, that's the option
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You got that lil' pistol, ain't popped it
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Ain't got you no bodies
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See, really you niggas nobodies
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Got rank in the city
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I make me one call and you bodied
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See, we flash and crash as a hobby
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Been goin' too fast with this shit
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Somethin' like Ricky Bobby
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I'm strapped like it's part of my body
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Stiff at the shoulders
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I'm somethin' like Frazier or Ali
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You fake, yeah, you niggas a copy
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I bet if I give her this pill
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That she jumped out her body
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It's wet, but I bet it get sloppy
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'Cause I got a stroke give her hope
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And I bet he can't copy
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Was cold on that field, was a jockey
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But I had been jumped in that
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Field before cleats and a homi
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These niggas too pussy to try me
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Bumpin' they gums on the 'net like
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They don't know where I be
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600 the block, do you copy?
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I really had fiends at the hotel
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Gettin' lit in the lobby
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These labels, they tryin' to sign me
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But I want an M for my son
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Ain't no tellin' what I need
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See, I'm bangin' Crip like a Hi-C, ayy
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Ayy hold on, Darlo
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Ayy, get it right i'm finna punch in
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I'm finna double back ayy
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Ayy ayy
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Ayy
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See, I'm bangin' Crip like a Hi-C
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I'm cold with them sticks and that ice
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But ain't never play hockey
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That hustlin' shit in my body
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But if I ain't flippin' that pack
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Then I'm robbin' the party
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They steppin' on shit, hardly
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Jumped in the game off the top rope
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I feel like Jeff Hardy
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Finna ice out my chain, went to Johnny
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Really too wavy for niggas
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I'm screamin' out, "Gnarly"
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Taliban not a gang, we an army
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And yeah, we been havin' some motion
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Just waitin' to spark it
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Smellin' like gas up in Target
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Caught an opp lackin', he pussy
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I don't f*ck with the talkin'
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See, we droppin' bodies, chalkin'
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These niggas ain't really steppin'
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They really just walkin'
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These niggas the feds, they be talkin'
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I got some killers on deck that's
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Gon' scoot for the profit
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