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Drake, on my mama it was a no chop Diggy, then I pass it to a pole pop Owee 7th Street, nigga, I'm a Made nigga (6ix) Niggas PC but act hard, I'm amazed, nigga Done with The rap shit, cuff your head like you a Grave digger You just hoppin' off the porch, nigga You can hop in that Porsche, nigga Ayy, like go, best friend That homie stripped your Ass 'cause you a dork, nigga Ayy, like go, best friend Fifty shots, Twenty-two sticks, they want no problems Put a Switch, make it brrt, brrt, make it shoot problems All I do is play this dumb bitch, make Her hate stalkin' Oppa call me Slippin', he can't respect that In A spaceship, good gas, this a jetpack Face tats And these neck tats how I rep that Ah, Ah, Damn, huh Play me then you get laid to Sleep, you know I step up on you Creepin' On your block with good chops, you know I Step up on you Young nigga, he like thirteen, He keep a weapon on him White tee, jeans With Balenci', I'm from Battleford, nigga I told my Shawty that I got his back and they don't Know me nothin' For mama, I'm a fiend, I Need the lean, not the Robitussin You I put My pain out on these beats 'cause I'm vexed With somethin' I got homies in the grave, I ain't stressin' for nothin' That's why I'm Shootin' niggas block with the ah-ah-ah I put a Switchy on my fuck nigga, all rat-tat-tat He make A move and he get stretched out on these Battle lines I'm tryna live where niggas think I'm On that kind of time Man, I finna rock Out to the neck with Glocky on my side Can't take lil' brodie out in public, my lil' Partner slime If PC opp be lettin' blow, Just know it's time to shine Don't go to School, don't got no job, just tryna up the Crime Get some money, get bust down, Go and fuck the time Ain't goin' back to Bein' broke, ain't no more struggle times Ain't no More stressin' goin' on, my mama livin' fine Ain't No more stressin' goin' on, my mama livin' fine That's that switch, nigga Don't you switch, nigga And you mad about that Bitch, nigga We gon' serve him every time we Go on hits, nigga And it get bold up In that bounty, you gon' bend or fold Take A life sentence for this shit, nigga The type Of shit we facin', you would've been told Or folded in this bitch, nigga Yeah, You still mad about that bitch, nigga? Damn, blood ain't ever took a loss Young stand Grounds when we around 'cause we make bodies drop Fucked his main bitch and made her give me Off We know them niggas ain't on shit, you Niggas not involved I know he mad I fucked His bitch, she said he Hold it with two Hands and keep your stance 'cause it got kickback Brodie need a mans and he ain't leavin' 'til It's licked back Word slurred, every sip, It got me movin' slow Slippin' on this pole And grippin' pole Break the code, you know the Rules, you just a ho They say the real Know the real And all the fake know the Fake why these niggas can't relate