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Yeah, yeah, huh, huh, ya' dig?
Yeah, yeah, huh, huh, hahaha, doo-doo-doo
Yeah, yeah, huh, huh, haha-haha
Yeah, hey, huh, huh, phew
Walk in the trap with a whole lot of artillery
Why would I let these lil' niggas come get to me?
Why is it that all of my friends turn to enemies?
Why is it that all of my family depend on me?
Why did I spend five bands on some denim jeans?
I know these niggas who broke, are you kidding me?
She give that Mortal Kombat head, come finish me
Kick us up off of the court, we all in th streets
I abide by my gang, I’ma abide by my guys
If he run on th gang then you know he gon' die
And we smokin' on gas, bitch you know that I’m high
If a nigga talk shit then you know we gon' slide
And I walk in the trap with that Glock on my side
And I beat up the kitchen, I’m whippin' up pots
And I’m smokin' on gas 'til I’m high in the sky
Yeah, phew
Phew
Yeah, huh, whole lot of racks on me, yeah
Whole lot of racks on these jeans, yeah
I smoke the pack, serve it to the fiend, yeah
I smoke a pack, serve it to the fiend, yeah
(Hey, hey, hey)
I abide by my gang, I’ma abide by my guys
If he run on the gang then you know he gon' die
And we smokin' on gas, bitch you know that I’m high
If a nigga talk shit then you know we gon' slide
And I walk in the trap with that Glock on my side
And I beat up the kitchen, I’m whippin' up pots
And I’m smokin' on gas 'til I’m high in the sky
Woo-woo, woo-woo
Woo-woo, woo-woo