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G Lock. Hurricane made this one. Ayy, you know I get money, fuck bitches, Duck snitches. Niggas already know the deal. Fuck a nigga, fuck his brother, fuck his gang. Niggas know they ain't fucking with me. Big watches, big rings, big chains. Nigga, I ain't never tucking shit. Yeah, fuck the opps, fuck the cops. Tell 'em all that they can suck a dick. Presi wrist, Presi tint, big sticks. Bitch, I move like the president. Mob shit, mafia shit, free Opp. 12 still ain't stop for shit. I heard these niggas dropping dimes. I'ma drop two shells around this bitch. Yeah, nigga been popping my shit. Been popping my collar since I was six. Yeah, nigga, since I was a jit. I been legit, yeah, I keep a stick. Aiming at you and I bet I won't miss. I'm aiming at him and I bet that I Hit. Straight out the mud but I don't fuck With pits. I got some top in the back Of the Benz. Mama's only son, don't call me A twin. Nigga, I put the shit on a Fin. Yeah, my cousin be serving that lean. He say he going in until they come get Him. I told him don't worry, just get it Done. And if you gon' do it, don't do It for fun. Yeah, if you gon' do it, Don't do it for nothing. Beat the block up Like a motherfucking drum. Nigga try to take some, Cut off his arm. Yeah, I'm a cutthroat, Humble, nonchalant, rich-ass young nigga. Pack flipper, big dripper, big pistol. Little nigga keep it with him. Sneak dissing got me tickled. What's the issue? Shine your head for a nickel. Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches. Fuck the fame, yeah, and fuck the city. Know I get money, fuck bitches, duck snitches. Niggas already know the deal. Fuck a nigga, fuck his brother, fuck his gang. Niggas know they ain't fucking with me. Big watches, big rings, big chains. Nigga, I ain't never tucking shit. Yeah, fuck the opps, fuck the cops. Tell 'em all that they can suck a dick. Yeah, tell 'em suck a dick. Middle fingers up, they ain't talking about shit. And it's M-O-B, yeah, money over bitch. I'ma be this way 'til I'm eighty-six. Yeah, matter of fact, 'til I'm ninety-nine. Or you can just say until I die. Ten toes down, ain't got shit to hide. I'm cutthroat for real, can't trust my smile. Lambo truck with butterfly doors. They like, "This young nigga wildin'." I hop in that bitch and put it in Custom mode. Take off like a pilot. Yeah, diamonds on me banging like a mosh pit. Yeah, might start a riot. Uh, Cartier shades like Simon. And my choppa sing like Alvin the Chipmunk. Got me sipping lean and smoking big blunts. Trap nigga fucking with the big guns. Niggas rapping, capping like they did something. Stop lying, nigga, you ain't did nothing. I just crushed a lot, pockets big, dumb. I been going dumb, still going dumb. And I put that on my grandma's son. Nigga, I might get money, fuck bitches, Duck snitches. Niggas already know the deal. Fuck a nigga, fuck his brother, fuck his gang. Niggas know they ain't fucking with me. Yeah, big watches, big rings, big chains. Nigga, I ain't never tucking shit. Yeah, fuck the opps, fuck the cops. Tell 'em all that they can suck a dick, Bitch.