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LETRA
Shoot at the Cops Got a brand new car, got a giant cigar Got a hoe, she a star Got some niggas doin' bars, got some niggas behind bars Take care behind bars, spend a whole hundred large (real racks) Tryna give my bro a pill, I'm tryna get a bigger deal I'm tryna get a bigger meal, I'm tryna get big as a whale (oh yeah) I'm bout to stay away from jail (Jeffery) I'm bout to stay away from poor ass niggas on the come up Moving like snails (Jeffery) Hell yeah ni*** yeah (oh Jeffery) I'm bout to get up out the streets I'm bout to get up out the heat I'm bout to get inside the AC I got a pool and it deep I'm tryna get away from hoes, I'm tryna stay away from clothes I'm tryna stay away from lean, molly, drugs And stack up me some dough (stack up, stacks) I'm so tired, I'm bout to stay away from tribes I'm bout to stay away from guys I'm bout to stay away from lies I'm standing away from cloud 9, I don't wanna be high You can have that bitch, ni*** I don't want it to be mines (hell naw) Your boxers Calvin Klein, last week you was just fine Yesterday I had on some gators, looking like I'm still in '99 Looking like my Uncle in his prime I was taught to never drop a dime I was taught to never do the crime if you ain't tryna do that time Heard that ni*** be drippin' every day Heard that ni*** need kidneys every day I know homie pimpin' every day I know homie, I know I know, hey I just wanna drop my top, I just wanna wet a ni*** block I'm just banging red, bitch I'm banging red sox No I can't stop, hoe call the cops We shootin' at the opps, f*** around and shoot at the cops Gum drop my ears, let her drive if she real (skrt skrt) Let her package a sealy, got on the Richard Millie (what?!) I'm changing your living I bought me some marbles, I'm bout to deck out your kitchen I'm bought to do something the realest (fuck is you doin') I'm bought to do something the illest (woo) The illest I could do, I had to cook up a chicken (woo, woo) And front it all to you (aye) She looking, she dig it, like a tool, woah (I see you, aye) Key to the city, ni*** what it do, woah I just might egg the basket, I drink the red if it's plastic Cause I gotta load of the Ac' I'ma drink that and pour out the yak (lean lean lean) Speaking of yak, bitch free the Bitch free the Goat (Roscoe) RIP Troup from [?] (woo!) I cop me a foreign, believe that it's running Do everything under the sun, you gotta disguise to your sons I'ma go grip on her buns She said she wanna go to Dubai and have her some fun Treat like she the one Heard that ni*** be drippin' every day Heard that ni*** need kidneys every day I know homie pimpin' every day I know homie, I know I know, hey I just wanna drop my top, I just wanna wet a ni*** block I'm just banging red, bitch I'm banging red sox No I can't stop, hoe call the cops We shootin' at the opps, f*** around and shoot at the cops
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