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Pack came in, dope showed up 

Word gettin' out, phone blowin' up 

Loose lips will get your mouth sewn up 

Count fucked up, house blown up 

Count fucked up, house blown up 

Fuckin with me and my niggas we fed up, yeah 

Nigga fuckin' with me it's a man down 

Lord I promise I been tryin' to change my ways 

Seems like the money and the bitches in my way 

I lost my mind so for my enemies I pray 

I look the police in their face, say crime pays (crime pays) 

Get that yay, whip that yay 

Fuckin' with me and my niggas, we fed up 

Fuckin' with me and my niggas it's man down 

So much dope in the trunk but when I hit the city I ran out 

So much dope in the trunk but when I hit the city I ran out 

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Got a cocaine wrist 

Never spend a dollar on a broke, lame bitch 

Pocket full of bands, they my motherfuckin' friends till the end cause these niggas and these hoes ain't shit 

Say good Lord 

Got a cocaine wrist 

Never spend a dollar on a broke, lame bitch 

Pocket full of bands, they my motherfuckin' friends till the end cause these niggas and these hoes ain't shit 

Say good Lord 

Lord I promise I been tryin' to change my ways 

Seems like the money and the bitches in my way 

I lost my mind so for my enemies I pray 

I look the police in their face, say crime pays 

Say why you wanna go to war with me, to war with me 

I got choppers in the car with me, the squad with me 

You don't want to go to war with me, to war with me 

I got choppers in the car with me, the squad with me 

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Bitch I'm smokin' on that Schwarzenegger, that terminator 

I put meat and potatoes on tables, from flippin' yayo 

My amigo got 53 acres, a regulator 

Got big nuts, I say fuck the world I might, impregnate her 

I'm a shark with the fork and the pot, the calculator 

Don't get popped with the flex and finesse 

Don't try my paper 

I spray niggas, straight till they can bless up 

Black activator 

My amigo got 53 acres, a regulator 

Drivin' up lets get this paper, get this paper 

Fuckin' with me and my niggas, we fed up 

Fuckin' with me and my niggas it's man down 

Bitch I'm back on that dope, boy I'm Codeine and Molly and Xan'd out 

I relapse on that dope, boy I'm Codeine and Molly and Xan'd out 

With a cocaine wrist 

Never spend a dollar on a broke, lame bitch 

Pocket full of bands, they my motherfuckin' friends till the end cause these niggas and these hoes ain't shit 

Say good Lord 

Got a cocaine wrist 

Never spend a dollar on a broke, lame bitch 

Pocket full of bands, they my motherfuckin' friends till the end cause these niggas and these hoes ain't shit 

Say good Lord 

Lord I promise I been tryin' to change my ways 

Seems like the money and the bitches in my way 

I lost my mind so for my enemies I pray 

I look the police in their face, say crime pays 

Say why you wanna go to war with me, to war with me 

I got choppers in the car with me, the squad with me 

You don't want to go to war with me 

I got choppers in the car with me, the squad with me