[Hook: Jarren Benton]
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Don’t fuck with that boy, don’t play with that boy, he’s out of his mind
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24 hours 7 days of the week been out of my grind (PUT ME ON!)
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So high in the sky, so bright like a diamond would shine (SHININ’ HO!)
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Fall up in the beat turned up with nothin’ but the money on my mind
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OJ, ride around the hood like OJ
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Sippin on gin and OJ
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Blow a whole O of that OJ
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On the white girl like OJ
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All my nigga locked up like OJ
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Killin’ everything like OJ
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My clique sick, bitch, we ain't okay
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[Verse 1: Jarren Benton]
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Guess who’s peepin’ on your window
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With an automatic laser gun aimin’ at your temple
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Word to my kin folk
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Your ho blow a nigga like a fucked up game from an oldschool Nintendo
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Bitch, I did sick since an embrio, yup ho I finna’ blow
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How the hell these body parts end up in this envelope
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I had a couple meetings with Def Jam and Interscope
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My hopes got shot down I thought that I was in the do'
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Back to reality, now I’m on top like nigga fuck gravity
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You mad at me I fill a gym sock up with batteries
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I beat ‘em in the fuckin’ head, that’s a fatality
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Fuck you and a random whore by the name of Natalie
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You niggas couldn’t shake me, move me or rattle me
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Baby, I’m an animal, you don’t wanna battle me
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I can dance with the devil inside of a ball room
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Nigga, fuck all you, this is Funk Volume, pop a Valium
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In a bathroom with a crack whore, and write about it on my brand new album
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Niggas on powder, I ain’t talkin’ Talcum
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Waitin’ by the window with a gun like Malcolm
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X, money, cars, whores, sex, blades, knives, pumps, techs
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2: Elz Jenkins]
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Trap boom with my trap bum
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Turn the bread, this kinda scary
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4 phones, 3 scales, two candy cribs, Mariah Carey
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Like hold up, jog, motherfuck what these haters sayin’
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Nigga, hold up, jog, money ‘round the clock like I’m Flavor Flav
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Niggas ain’t hard enough to sell hard
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They too soft to sell soft
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Y’all pop the Molly, I sell the Molly, don’t fuck with Pill like Rick Ross
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That spread game so strapped, talk shit and I clap
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Leave a nigga tongue by feet, and his lung by cheek
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Man, I left a nigga abstract
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Nigga talk drug but I made that bread
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Talkin’ they cake but I made that spread
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Nigga talk shit bet he end up dead
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When I see your bitch bet I get that head
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Nigga kick shit, nigga fuck your goalie
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When I strapped leave a nigga so wholey
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We’ll crash your crib and we’ll snatch your kids
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Me and Jarren Benton so Kony
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3: Jarren Benton]
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Killin’ everything like OJ
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Dick in the mouth like Colgate
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I don’t fuck with them boys, they so gay
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Trigger down them whores, no way
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PBR baby, fuck Rosay
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I’m on a big geek like 4 days
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Who the fuck scared of you
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I bury you, we got the Theraflu
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I told you niggas I ain’t okay
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Cheers to a New Year
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Whores say he too weird
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Chuck a whole can, fuck two beers
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You ain’t from the A, suck a nigga, just move here
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Nigga fuck high, I’m nuclear
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Act a fool here, so turned up, lock green and turn up
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If it ain’t about bread, it ain’t concern us
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When it’s spring, summer time
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I’m a fucker, get a five [?] burn up
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[Hook]
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OJ
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| Jarren Benton |
