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[intro]
one time

[verse: pg ra & road runna]
ayy, for all these actin’ ass n_ggas
i’m keepin’ real, i ain’t finna do no flaggin’ wit’ ya
i keep the steel, you run up i’m gon’ clap a n_gga
and most of all, they know i’m ’bout that action, n_gga
ayy, free that n_gga a$ap rocky
f_ck all these peons walkin’ ’round like they all c_cky
and if you run up then you know them bodies droppin’
so don’t get done up ’cause you know that ain’t a problem
the biggest b but i got blues all in my pocket
your b_tch a freak for my whole crew, yeah, she gon’ pop it
i’m in the league, i’m ballin’ hard, they tryna stop me
b_tches pocket watchin’, they got me creepin’ wit’ my rocket
bank head ’cause that bank stay in my head
she wanna f_ck, i need my backin’ first instead
i know these n_ggas probably us youngins dead
[?] done got way up her head and i ain’t repeatin’ what i said
let’s skip to c but i’m ’bout cash so i’m gon’ run it
i’m krispy kreme, collect my bag without no fumblin’
she slim petite, no waist, fat ass, ain’t got no stomach
r_t_rded d inside her stomach turned her ass into a dummy
we on c, f_ck we takin’ off first class
we all in public, cuttin’ up, showin’ our ass
i’m geeked up swervin’ off the road, i’m ’bout to crash
but you know i’m doin’ the dash and i don’t care ’bout paper tags
i love the e, you know i smoke exotic strains
she suck it up, we on the e_way ’bout to crash
ain’t wit’ a f ’cause i don’t give a f_ck ’bout what you sayin’
wit’ all these racks inside my pants, i turn this b_tch into a fan
you went to e, you know i love blowin’ exquisite
you steady worried ’bout mine, worry ’bout your digits
let’s switch to f because my pockets full of chickens
and i know you finger l!ckin’, run up wrong and that’s your ending
these g_star jeans, i spent a ticket on my britches
act like a fiend, like how she grip it when she l!ck it
i’m h_lla clean, yeah, that’s the h case i ain’t mention
high as f_ck, stuck in the ceiling
got them hands, ain’t got no feelings
it’s green for life but, yeah, you n_ggas already know
say i’m a g_nius but i ain’t been on g_nius before
feel like a horse how i be rockin’ all these loads
and if i wanted yo’ lil’ ho, i would’ve slid after the show
it wouldn’t believe that boy still was independent
wit’ this rap sh_t, we the illest in the city
i really snapped, yeah, most of this just got it in me
if i start it, i’ma finish, play my part from the beginning
i, free all of the innocent
i really don’t be up for all that friendly sh_t
and when i’m vibin’, yeah, i get all on my jiggy sh_t
and i get fresh in every j, you know that swag legit
go hit up jet and tell him send some of that spiffy sh_t
the diamonds jumpin’ out the jewelry make them b_tches hit
i’m slangin’ ks, so pfk ray ray, long live the kid
i wish the jit was here, would’ve been outchea kickin’ it
it’s a pfk world that we livin’ in
so it’s f_ck you and then f_ck just how yo’ feelings is
i throw up l, so you know just how i’m feelin’, n_gga
long live o_dog, yeah, you know i f_ckin’ miss you n_gga
i smoke straight out the lb
yeah, this loud, i know you smell me
the paper good, yeah, we the money team
it’s more money out to make, don’t do no date, can you just suck it please
we leave the scene gassed up, musty
i like my money neat, don’t think about none of that touchin’
we on the block, tryna run it up from nothin’
and f_ck the cops, they always on our nuts for somethin’
i don’t want no friends ’cause i don’t f_ck wit’ new n_ggas
this stick like a reporter, put you on the news, n_gga
was servin’ o’s while i was still in school, n_gga
as my teachers always reakin’ through the classroom, n_gga
this off the top, i’ll pop me a opp
that money ain’t never gon’ stop
them bags just keep gettin’ dropped
yeah, you know that p_ssy gon’ pop
but i don’t need it, that sh_t don’t p
i need that face and then i’m leavin’
don’t play wit’ p, that b_tch a demon
smoke you ps to sleep, i’m geekin’
quake your sh_t like i’m katrina
keep your blunts, boy, i don’t need ’em
and you can’t f_ck with lil’ qg, yeah, that me
good gat put her straight to sleep
she suck then she left no lead
then she gon’ wash all of my sheets
i know she ready
yeah, come here, f_ck her steady
[?] i ain’t gon’ do no [?]
you gon’ get hit with this weapon
grammy sh_t, i got ’em beggin’
big boy glock, no smith & wesson
stop and pop like jj red_ck
knock your sh_t we shootin’ steady
we fell in love with sticks so don’t get hit
i’m tryna ice out all my sh_t while you still worryin’ about that b_tch
you put your trust in her, yeah, you still lovin’ her
but you know that i’m f_ckin’ her
big dog, i’m like a tipper truck, uh, you n_ggas run her up
i pull up in somethin’ tough, i ain’t finna talk or fuss
these diamonds hittin’ uppercut, big d_ck, i stick it up her gut
these n_ggas really under us, that’s why they try to come for us
this can get real ugly so boy don’t f_ck wit’ me
this sh_t sting like a bumblebee
these n_ggas can’t catch up wit’ me
you know i want that victory
me and pg history
she say, “your voice, it get to me”
i like when she start l!ckin’ me
i’ll put her up, no christmas tree
she wet as f_ck, it’s slippery
can’t ask us off the list, we on our sh_t, guess it was meant to be
i f_cked her ’til like yesterday
d_ck knocked her out, she catch a z
she act just like her zodiac
this beat i need to let it sleep

- pg ra

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