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Yeah know what I'm talkin' ‘bout? Screwed up click h Town Hoes be on my zipper I'm bald fade with the clippers I'ma- I'ma hit the boulevard slow and tip Hoes be on my- hoes be on my zipper zipper I'm bald fade with the clippers clippers I'ma hit the boulevard slow and tip toe Tryna take a nigga's trunk off mane June 27th nigga, come on Coming down the boule' moving slow I was draped to drip right out the door Everything was clean like what you know You ain't down with Screw you got to go Riding glass, me I call it fours I'm the shit, you sense it through your nose Bang all through your body like it's blowers Pop the door, you feel it through your toes Rack for rack, I guess I got to count it After that, it's racks I got to count it When I'm done, I package, out of town it I done lost my mind and never found it Keep a light like I'm Coors Brand new house, I'm pissed, too many doors I guess my shit way better than yours I was getting platinum, steel, getting awards I'm gon' go tonight, I'll show you rif' You not tryna win, I'm not your type Fresh out Texas, might just take a flight Hit your bitch and greet her with the pipe From the back or in the throat I might Beat it up, you think I'm tryna fight Something foreign, skin she got was bright Chain was black, the diamonds on it white Hoes be on my zipper I'm bald fade with the clippers I'ma- I'ma hit the boulevard slow and tip Hoes be on my- hoes be on my zipper I'm bald fade with the clippers I'ma- I'ma hit the boulevard slow and tip Hoes be on my zipper I'm bald fade with the clippers I'ma- I'ma hit the boulevard slow and tip Hoes be on my- hoes be on my zipper I'm bald fade with the clippers I'ma- I'ma hit the boulevard slow and tip Hoes be on my I rep the hood, bottom of it From the West, therefore you gotta love it Foreign classy but I gotta thug it Fuck the crib, I'm tryna shine in public Nigga I ain't finna play with ‘em I'ma swing any day with ‘em I'll trip and the K get ‘em Jump line, you'll stay with ‘em I used to be creased up, jeans creased down Down 16, going south, east bound I was caught up in the game, no rebound You ain't sounding like Truth Can't be ‘round I was slow, loud, and banging You don't know that nigga What was you dranking? I rep the city from Collin to Rankin I went to business with Benjamin Franklin Hoes be on my zipper I'm bald fade with the clippers I'ma- I'ma hit the boulevard slow and tip Hoes be on my- hoes be on my zipper I'm bald fade with the clippers I'ma- I'ma hit the boulevard slow and tip Hoes be on my