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Loading up the chopper with my gloves on. My lil' bitch a CNA, fucking with her scrubs On. And she got a BBL, top I like To rub on. This is not a middleman, this The real plug song. Feds might indict me, I hang out in the Drug zone. All my niggas gangbanging, set getting They thug on. Sip lean and bust chrome, that's The shit I condone. Violence what I promote, Homicide and gun smoke. This ain't what you want, hoe, today you finna Find out. Drugs and the choppers at a nigga Baby mom house. Make bail and bond out, pull Ups and hop out. Shoot him in the mouth, Get a opp son to talk 'bout. I ain't loud, the ninja quiet ones, you gotta Watch out. Talk loud, get socked out. Her bitter get chalked out. When I pop in, all the bad bitches gon' Pop out. Pop that pussy for a real nigga, Don't you stop now. If you ain't locked in, Then your ass getting locked out. Hot back then and a nigga still hot now. You ain't never been him and you still finna Flop now. You don't fit up in the picture, Then your ass getting cropped out. Geezy what you on, weighing that dope in the Crack house. Got a mansion but I still kick It in the trap house. Fiends know my name, You can hit the hood and ask 'bout it. Heading to the bag, you know I'ma do the Dash 'bout it. Playing with the Gambla, boy, Go and crash 'bout it. Know the three letters And you know I whip your ass 'bout it. Know your bitch bad, then I probably got the Ass out. Came up out the hood and I Went and built an empire. Getting this shit cold, it's a glacier on my Wrist. The brick go for double, it's inflation in This bitch. If you don't think I'm hard, it's 'cause you hating in this bitch. He mad I fucked the face while you was Dating his lil' bitch. Throw this money up, Get to shakin' that lil' shit. Brand new ARs with a laser on this bitch. Strip a nigga quick, get to taking off his Kit. Drug dealer, street niggas, I be in the Mix, yeah. I be all around, play with bricks In the pound. State to state, different cities, you Know Geezy in your town. Thuggo in my rounds even when I'm out of Bounds. You ain't never in your section, they don't Ever see you 'round. Come through my section, You get laid the fuck down. We don't play around, boy, this not a playground. Chopper spin you 'round like a young James Brown. LA to VA, send them work to Jamestown. Ayy, four, five phones and they all worth a Mil' ticket. Hit a nigga main bitch, so what? Deal with it. Niggas ask, "Huh, Geezy, you be In the field with it?" Fuck how you feel With it, Geezy worth a mil' ticket. In the kitchen still whipping. Rich off of plaques, but the crack it be Still hitting. This not the regular Maybach, It's a little different. Fuck a Hellcat, my whip Worth a quarter mil' ticket. Recline my seat back, get to hitting, then I Chill in it. Yeah, nigga. Laid back in the Maybach, nigga getting head. Counting bread, yeah, nigga.