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What up, Ooch? Mr. Ah with the uh, yeah. This that pussy talkin' to me, it's like hello. Mr. Ah with the others, not no yellow, Yellow. Money call me all the traffic, I'm like Speed boat. I been duckin', I been caught up In the street lights. I can't be your nigga, oh no, no. How fall in love with a ho? If this singin' to you bang like some Nat King Cole..40 with a switch, snatch a nigga Soul. Baby start for real, let's tote them choppas On parole. Smokin' Scotty Pack, turn a brodie to An opp pack. Drop a hundred on they block And wet it up like where the mop at? Bitch, I'm really with the walk a nigga down, Don't get your top smacked. I the.40 at The crib, I guess I'm rockin' with the compact. She wanna rock some J's, no stilettos. And we gon' slide on Christmas in the ghetto. But baby throat game weak, but the pussy kinda Wet though. She like, "Daddy, where you at?" She say she stayin' out in Bello. Oh, I'm playin' with these blicks and I'll drop Every shell, ho. I'm sippin' Trish like it's Act, High as hell, woah. Switchy on my Glock, this Shit don't stop 'cause I'm in kill mode. Nigga, JX, I'm in kill mode. Free my big bro, when he was out, we Was doin' shit. Sucka niggas switchin' up the rules And I don't feel this shit. So I keep Gully by my side for who ain't feelin' it, Ayy. I keep this Benfray by my side for Who ain't feelin' it. Mr. Ah with the others, Not no yellow, yellow. Money call me all the traffic, I'm like speed Boat. I been duckin', I been caught up in The street lights. I can't be your nigga, oh no, no. How I fall in love with a ho? If this singin' to you bang like some Nat King Cole..40 with a switch, snatch a nigga Soul. Baby start for real, let's tote them choppas On parole. Baby, I want you and you want Me, so what we on? I'm finna pull up To your crib, I got the strap, so don't Be long. You know these police jackin' and these Niggas hatin' me, ho. Even though a nigga high, I'm mo', ain't never slow, baby. Yeah, I like to hit you from the back, But your throat crazy. Yeah, I like you, but I like money more, so don't hate me. I'm a felon, but I always keep strap, it's For safety. How you let them step and you Ain't step back? Ah, if snap, snap, Snap, we push 'em back, back, back. Now you can't beef with BSG, you gon' get Fat, fat, fat. Thought he was steppin' up to Beezy off the map, map, map. Just mixed my liquor with some lean, oh yeah, I'm smacked. Ooh, I'm smacked, ooh, I'm smacked. Got Christian trees, I got a leaf, who want A mac? We smokin' Backwoods back to back, it's Fatter than a bat. We got the workshop goin' In the back, you want a pack? This ain't the North Pole, but inside it's the Trap. Ah with the others, not no yellow, Yellow. Money call me all the traffic, I'm like Speed boat. I been duckin', I been caught up In the street lights. I can't be your nigga, oh no, no. How I fall love with a ho? If this singin' to you bang like some Nat King Cole..40 with a switch, snatch a nigga Soul. Baby start for real, let's tote them choppas On parole