(Buddah blessed this beat)
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Yeah
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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Yeah
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Yeah, ayy (Yeah)
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We outside, smokin' Indo (Yeah)
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Yeah, pocket full of C-notes, all the nines came with extendos (Yeah)
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Chopper on the backseat, gang'nem shootin' shit like B-roll (Yeah)
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I come from a city, we don't trick, nigga, we pimp hoes (Yeah)
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Six figures in my earlobes (Yeah)
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And thirty in my Glock (Yeah)
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I told the bitch I'm single, but be sleepin' with my chop
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I fell in love with codeine, shit, I might invest in Wock'
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Yeah, I fell in love with hustlin' and I don't plan on stoppin'
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Bitch, I'm gettin' that broccoli (Yeah), and cheese (Yeah)
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I be flexin' hard, bitch, I do this shit with ease (Yeah)
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You's a peon, nigga, yeah, I'm a P (Yeah)
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You's a peon, nigga, I'm a P (Ayy), don't get put on a tee
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I'm pourin' drop inside my drop, higher than an astronaut
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In my own world like Travis Scott
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They like, "Glock, you dope as f*ck," might catch me jumpin' out the pot
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Oops, I mean jumpin' out the drop
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Yeah, iced out Rollie 41, least the size a hockey puck
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"Why the f*ck they call you Glock and you keep an FN with you?"
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Bitch, I'm cutthroat to the bone, yeah, bitch, I'm cutthroat to the gristle
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It's the middle of the summer, hold my wrist up, now it's winter
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It's the middle of the summer, I walk in the building, make it blizzard (Woo)
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These niggas monkey in the middle, I'm pourin' up a cup of fizzle
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Rollin' up a blunt of Skittles, me, Bart and a couple bitches
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Eighteen, locked down in the system, now I'm one rich-ass lil' nigga
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Niggas dissin', got me tickled, boy, you in the house
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We outside, smokin' Indo (Yeah)
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Yeah, pocket full of C-notes, all the nines came with extendos (Yeah)
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Chopper on the backseat, gang'nem shootin' shit like B-roll (Yeah)
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I come from a city, we don't trick, nigga, we pimp hoes (Yeah)
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Six figures in my earlobes (Ooh)
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And thirty in my Glock
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I told the bitch I'm single, but be sleepin' with my chop
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I fell in love with codeine, shit, I might invest in Wock'
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Yeah, I fell in love with hustlin' and I don't plan on stoppin' (Uh-uh)
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Bitch, I'm gettin' that broccoli (Yeah), and cheese (Yeah)
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Yeah, yeah
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And cheese, yeah, yeah, yeah
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And cheese
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G-Lock
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