DY Krazy
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Man, this sound like that first and the third shit
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D. Hill (Pluto)
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Skrrt, skrrt
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Yeah, finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin'
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Finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin' (Let's go)
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Finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin' (What we doing?)
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Finessin' and trappin', yeah
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Finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin'
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Finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin'
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Finessin' and trappin', yeah
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Finessin' and trappin', woah
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Drinkin' on lean by the four (Woah)
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Anywhere I go, I glow (Woah)
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First and the third, it roll (Woah)
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Junkies, they beatin' down the door (Woo)
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Thumb through that sack when I count up that check
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Like I’m playin' three dice, I’m breakin' the bank
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Servin' that fish, they be drownin' your nose
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Trappin' and rappin' and droppin' off loads
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Secret department, it’s strapped with the pole
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Step in designer, they zipped up
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Japanese bitches from Hong Kong
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Makin' my digits, I’m long gone
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Pitchin' them chickens like John Smoltz
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Hit on that thot, she say bravo
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Serve out the spot, I’m gettin' nachos
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Turbo, I smash out on po-po
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Ain’t no tint on the Maybach, a fishbowl
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Movin' narcotics with pink toes
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Had to go buy me a mink coat
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Cook up a key and whip up a key, ain’t talkin' piano
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Came from the streets, got on my feet, and hopped in a Lambo'
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I had a plug before I got a buzz, I bought me a bando
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I’m on the drugs and I’m on that mud, I count up two hundo
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Fuck all them duds, ain’t no one to trust, you gotta let your gun go
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I told you mob shit, gon' pop shit for Lil Marlo
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Blatt, blatt
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Yeah, finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin'
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Finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin' (Let's go)
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Finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin' (What we doing?)
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Finessin' and trappin', yeah
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Finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin'
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Finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin'
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Finessin' and trappin', yeah
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Finessin' and trappin', woah
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Drinkin' on lean by the four (Woah)
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Anywhere I go, I glow (Woah)
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Three-point-five for the low (Woo)
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Junkies, they beatin' down the door (Woo)
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Thumb through that sack when I count up that check
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Like I’m playin' three dice, I’m breakin' the bank
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Servin' that fish, they be drownin' your nose
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Trappin' and rappin' and droppin' off loads
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First and third, we rollin'
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I jump in the deuce and I make this shit jump to a four, nigga
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I get these bitches for low
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Long live Mexico, D comin' straight off the boat
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And I’m stackin' these bricks up and servin' a hundred
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Got me whippin' that work and I’m cookin' that order
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I ain’t know that was your daughter
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But I hit it once, psych, fucked her for brunch and lunch
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Want the plug send a thousand bags, give it a month
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Only want the fishscale, give me that dope
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Eight years old when I jumped off the porch
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By the time I was ten, nigga gave me the ropes
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By twelve years old, I’m the baby lil' G.O.A.T.
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Nigga fourteen, fuckin' on grown-up hoes
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When I come to your place, gotta know I’m on go
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And I only use the stove when I’m whippin' that dope
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Gotta free J-Rock
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I seen that J hit a rock to the face
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And I bought me a nine, whip the nine with the bang
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Tote load in from behind, nigga, I move the yay
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Young nigga kickin' that dope, uh
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I’m rockin' all white like I’m a pope
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And I’m still a young nigga, but I give you some hope (Young)
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Yeah, finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin'
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Finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin' (Let's go)
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Finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin' (What we doing?)
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Finessin' and trappin', yeah
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Finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin'
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Finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin'
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Finessin' and trappin', yeah
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Finessin' and trappin', woah
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Drinkin' on lean by the four (Woah)
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Anywhere I go, I glow (Woah)
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Three-point-five for the low (Woo)
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Junkies, they beatin' down the door (Woo)
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Thumb through that sack when I count up that check
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Like I’m playin' three dice, I’m breakin' the bank
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Servin' that fish, they be drownin' your nose
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Trappin' and rappin' and droppin' off loads
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Lamborghini Baby, I’m turnt
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I don’t want the bitch, she burnt |
I was gettin' money back then, ask whoever
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Million dollar spots, on God, had several
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Now I’m booked up, you can check my schedule
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Swear I ain’t regular, two hundred racks for these shows
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I used to package the 'bows
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He get finessed if he go
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Uppin' the strap if he don’t
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First and the third, every day on my phone
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We put them packs in the zone
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Run through the 6 with this shit
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I took a risk to get rich
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Me and Marlo on the highway
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He go his way, I go my way
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You can smell it from the driveway
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Fuck the neighbors, they can call 'em
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Hope my country boy get all 'em
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We ride through traffic tomorrow
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Get a condo for the guala
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Did the impossible, I used to drive an Impala
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Still riding 'round with that chopper
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That’s how I gotta be, I don’t see nobody stoppin' me
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I’m at the pent', ain’t nobody on top of me
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Still in the hood, I feel like it’s a part of me
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I ran it up, I made it out of poverty
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Is you proud of me?
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Yeah, finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin'
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Finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin' (Let's go)
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Finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin' (What we doing?)
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Finessin' and trappin', yeah
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Finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin'
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Finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin'
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Finessin' and trappin', yeah
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Finessin' and trappin', woah
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Drinkin' on lean by the four (Woah)
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Anywhere I go, I glow (Woah)
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Three-point-five for the low (Woo)
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Junkies, they beatin' down the door (Woo)
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Thumb through that sack when I count up that check
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Like I’m playin' three dice, I’m breakin' the bank
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Servin' that fish, they be drownin' your nose
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Trappin' and rappin' and droppin' off loads |