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101 Sound. What? Big Wop dawg. Big Wop dawg. Big 101 Sound. Ayy. Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey. When you poppin', every time you move, You gotta move with a rocket. Lookin' at the jewlry, see a pool and a Faucet. Za hit the mail, come straight from the Tropic. Got a coconut smell, but it hit like We boxin'. She only ate the dick, but she Still sayin' toxic. She know I got racks, so She do it more sloppy. Off a Percocet, I Can't feel my body. But she ain't gettin' shit Out of none of these pockets. Nah, she ain't Gettin' shit out of none of these wallets. Broke down a boat just to smoke at a Bocce. I ain't need me a plug, I'm the Whole damn socket. Can't nail down opps, come on The road blockin'. Sippin' on Wocky, pop me a Roxy. Know they gon' watch me. Built for this shit, nigga, how they gon' stop Me? I was just loadin' up shit on the Dolly. I feel like flyin', I don't need nobody. Big dawg, I'm for real, I don't need cosignin'. Might go get me a cat or scat, no Mileage. In the city where I'm from, we ain't Have no guidance. Nigga play with who? Nigga play with Wop, know they dyin'. Might just go to Waffle, get a twenty, make It shine. I ain't never had shit, not a Motherfuckin' dime. Wop got me out the trench, had Murder on my mind. And the plug just called, Said thirty on the line. Need a P up In the east and need a P up in The west. He ain't grabbin' two, then it's on To the next. Thirteen with my daddy, watchin' niggas Get finessed. On the first and the third, gettin' Everybody checked. Make a block through here again, Gettin' everybody stretched. I done made it out, so I'm at you fuck nigga neck. Don't know what I want, new jacket, pump a Tech. Flex. When you poppin', every time you move, You gotta move with a rocket. Lookin' at the jewelry, see a pool and a Faucet. Za hit the mail, come straight from the Tropic. Got a coconut smell, but it hit like We boxin'. She only ate the dick, but she Still sayin' toxic. Know I got racks, so she Do it more sloppy. Off a Percocet, I can't Feel my body. But she ain't gettin' shit out Of none of these pockets. Every time you move, You gotta move with a rocket. Lookin' at the jewelry, see a pool and a Faucet. Za hit the mail, come straight from the Tropic. Got a coconut smell, but it hit like We boxin'. She only ate the dick, but she Still sayin' toxic. She know I got racks, so She do it more sloppy. Off a Percocet, I Can't feel my body. But she ain't gettin' shit out of none of These pockets. Can't nobody pop shit the way I Pop it. Million dollar watch on my wrist, no Cappin'. Say he got money, where it went? What happened? Sign with Gucci Mane, get rich, go Platinum. I know the feds watchin', but 12 can't Stop it. The bills came in, I pulled up, Went shoppin'. Pull up in the Don and the Top start droppin'. They let me out of jail And the price start hoppin'. Cartel mailbox money, So dirty, you can smell my money. I'ma cook by money, if you owe me, better Pay my money. So rich that I weigh my Money and I look like money. And I don't really need new friends, so please Stop callin' me Twin. I'ma say that shit again. You ain't never killed no man, so you could Never feel in my skin. It's big Gucci Mane. Every time you move, you gotta move with a Rocket. Lookin' at the jewelry, see a pool and A faucet. Za hit the mail, come straight from The tropic. Got a coconut smell, but it hit Like we boxin'. She only ate the dick, but She still sayin' toxic. Know I got racks, so She do it more sloppy. Off a Percocet, I Can't feel my body. But she ain't gettin' shit Out of none of these pockets. Same young nigga still post in the trench. On a plane with an opp, 'bout to go Off in this shit. I don't even like flyin', Can't move with a stick. Call my junkie out The jungle, he gon' pull up with the stick. On the phone with him now, he gon' pull Up by six. Talkin' 'bout tappin' in, I ain't Tappin' in shit. He ain't tap in with me Before a nigga got rich. My homie popped Percocet, Doctor say he at risk. Smoke a wedding cake, Ain't nobody married in this bitch. From street, now a nigga really married to this Shit. I was broke in the bitch, now I'm Havin' all the script. Need blue cheese, sellin' Nothin' added to the mix. One for noodle with The crack, steak added on the list. Got a Glock 17, nothin' added but a switch. Got this shit up out the mud, wasn't handed To a nigga. 'Fore they label me a rat, They gon' label me a killer.