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Uh, so used to them gray clouds, I might Fuck around, drop the top in the rain. For the squad, we don't play around, we'll lay 'em down, hit his top close range. He just pretend he not with the gang. Remember back then, ask the opp what he bang. Running from jakes, block hot like I'm Wayne. Spend a quarter mil' on the watch and the Chain. I'm just tryna put a lock on the Game. Hot shit from this Glock when it flame. Ayy, young nigga up now, remember back then, Niggas clowned on me. Now I'm from the heaven Gates, only way a nigga lookin' down on me. Keep at least two-hundred thou' on me, keep at Least like thirty rounds on me. With my niggas 'til the wheels fall off, don't Care if my ride don't eat. Gucci slides, Versace robes, palm trees, Exotic hoes. Snitchin', he can't right his wrongs, Once he play that writer role. Slime shit, we wipe his nose. Feds watchin', might strike a pose. Do a hit, take flight, we gone. We just take the dice and roll. So used to them gray clouds, I might fuck Around, drop the top in the rain. For the squad, we don't play around, we'll lay 'em down, hit his top close range. He just pretend he not with the gang. Remember back then, ask the opp what he bang. Running from jakes, block hot like I'm Wayne. Spend a quarter mil' on the watch and the Chain. I'm just tryna put a lock on the Game. Hot shit from this Glock when it flame. Soon as I touch down, them pussy feds be Hot on me. Heard niggas got money all on My head, tell 'em come crown the king. Left the work, thaw out for fourteen days, that's Quarantine. I'll pour my heart out before my lean, Baby, no R&B. Six-six-deuce, my Piru, big Suwu, Slime my group. Slatt, slatt, slatt, ah-ah-choo, Wipe his nose, God bless you. Blat-blat-blat, I'm not through. Rat-tat-tat, duck, duck, goose. Two big guns on me for the smoke, that's Uncle Snoop in my goose dude. Call me Capalotty, big Slimalini, lil' Slime Gotti. That ain't the 'Ghini, lil' bitch, that's the Gotti. From Mattazini or Pino Nuami, a hot fettuccine from The federalities. I'm like Rick Pitino or John Calipari, I'm leadin' my team, yeah, right to the Finals. That money talking and we talkin' private, I'm the correspondent, hold up. Gucci slides and Versace robes, I'll slide a nigga, I'll slide a ho. I bang on anybody gang And I ball with all my Slimalinos. On gang-gang, on Hollygrove, no Plain Jane, I smoke Zario. And when the rain came, I Put the top down, under the dark clouds, I'm Shinin' gold. Used to the gray clouds, I might Fuck around and drop the top in the rain. For the squad, we don't play around, we'll lay 'em down, hit his top close range. He just pretend he not with the gang. Remember back then, ask the opp what he bang. Running from jakes, block hot like I'm Wayne. Spend a whole mil' on the watch and the Chain. I'm just tryna put a lock on the Game. Hot shit from this Glock when it flame, Yeah. Polo G, Tunechi Lee, yeah. Call me Capalotty