| Yeah, skinny jeans on me with extendo
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| Hanging with them young niggas, flocking pulling kinkos
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| Yeah, we was hanging at the bando
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| Fully loaded clip, went and stashed up a benzo
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| Flew the dracos out at LA on a pj
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| And we taking off no delay
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| No delay, we taking off the murder rate
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| Everything from chinchos to parquet
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| Audemar baguette, have it tinted, better relay
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| Money coming through, blue hundreds on impact
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| Married to the game, caught new pinkstones
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| No new friends, caught five new foes
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| Extend money, need to be the right one
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| Double up my cup, ooh-ooh pop one
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| Copped new drops, upper echelon
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| Hustlers made it look lavish
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| In the middle of the night, go to saturn
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| Two toned Patek, go spazzing
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| Ten brand new whips in traffic
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| No evidence, no lacking
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| Bentley routine, go re-up
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| Fully loaded magazine when you see us
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| It’s a full time job tryna stay on point
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| Glock four-zero, hollow points
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| Yeah, skinny jeans on me with extendo
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| Hanging with them young niggas, flocking pulling kinkos
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| Yeah, we was hanging at the bando
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| Fully loaded clip, went and stashed up a benzo
 | 
| Flew the dracos out at LA on a pj
 | 
| And we taking off no delay
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| No delay, we taking off the murder rate
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| Everything from chinchos to parquet
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| Game chose me, ain’t choose this
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| Empty out the clip before you lose this
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| If your city on your back and your shoulder
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| You gotta rally, you gotta spray like a soldier
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| Vultures, they come with the territory
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| V12, your motor is mandatory
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| Whipping the soda, be cool through the speed
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| Make it on Interstate 10 and achieve
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| This is not regular town, you gon' bleed
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| Came from the game, ain’t no trust, pushing keys
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| From the cook up to the tour bus
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| You see how far our ambition took us
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| We bring all the hood niggas with us
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| They non-believers, we made 'em believe us
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| From my block to your block, they love homicide
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| Looking like a foreign dealership outside
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| Yeah, skinny jeans on me with extendo
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| Hanging with them young niggas, flocking pulling kinkos
 | 
| Yeah, we was hanging at the bando
 | 
| Fully loaded clip, went and stashed up a benzo
 | 
| Flew the dracos out at LA on a pj
 | 
| And we taking off no delay
 | 
| No delay, we taking off the murder rate
 | 
| Everything from chinchos to parquet
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| Interstate 10
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| We risked it all to get it in
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| And we would risk it again
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| It’s breaking my heart, this currency
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| Knowing it’s breaking me heart
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| It’s tearing me up, what you’re doing to me
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| It’s tearing me apart
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| This greed and this envy, I don’t know where to go
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| Don’t know where to start |