Feat. Lola Monroe
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We got guns like navy seals,
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We¡¯re niggas, can¡¯t wait to kill
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In the street, where they work
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Tryin¡¯ to f*ck hoes and pay some bills
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Real shit when it¡¯s beef(?)
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We loading up the machines
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Wait till you leave the club
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Try to park alive till Vietnam
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Nigga pointing them pistols
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Your mama and them gon¡¯ miss you
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Put your ass in the coffin, and that t-shirt and your picture
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Don¡¯t give a f*ck who you say it was
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Lay your ass in a pool of blood
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Like you wanna talk it out with your home boy, you was super tough
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And with that loud talking, number loud in my reset(?)
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Pistol in your mouth, show me what I¡¯m ¡¦ at
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Acting up for ratchet hoes, keep on showing, I¡¯m gon¡¯ f*ck ¡®em
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And I gon wind up like my Chevy Rays blown out
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I got plans and guns and nigga I¡¯ma ride with ¡®em
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I got plans and guns and nigga I¡¯ma ride with ¡®em
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F*ck you and whoever is ridin¡¯ with you
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Ride your ass in a hearse and they can ride with you
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I got plans and guns and nigga I¡¯ma ride with ¡®em
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I got plans and guns and nigga I¡¯ma ride with ¡®em
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F*ck you and whoever is ridin¡¯ with you
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Ride your ass in a hearse and they can ride with you
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Lola Monroe:
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Know some niggas pulling out choppers,
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For some niggas singing like operas
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All my propositions be toppers,
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All my block-block-blockin¡¯
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I ain¡¯t never been no knocker
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Bitch I¡¯m busting down them doors
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How you claiming you gonna be right here for me?
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When you wasn¡¯t around for yours
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Keep these bitches out of wiff
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These suckers out of laff
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My lessons ain¡¯t never remotely close
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Leave impressions that will dent
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Royalty we live by, and respect is what we die for
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Their reflections is never real shit
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They see pride and more,
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Riding through what you see
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Listening a ¡¦
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¡¦ and Guci, the Gunplay, the OCs
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Hits and commissary cause we real like that
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Swimming for them pigs will get you killed like that
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Ride Wit ¡®Em
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Juicy J |