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Ay Tuda punch me the fuck in bro

I ain't worried about the food or none of that shit, I got to get this shit off

It's just some Monopoly shit

Money Gang

Geek Baby, Geek Baby, Geek Baby

Geek Baby, tell a bitch to say that shit three times

On Blount, all us grew up out by the street sign

No peace sign, boy I hope you got yours, I keep mine

I ain't shit, but shit this life I really plan to keep mine

Semi tucked

My paper up

In the city that's a must

Keep thinking that's your bitch until I have that bitch come set you up

Thinking that's your bro, he back doored, then he wet you up

Soaked up the game from the homies, let me catch you up

The loudest nigga in the room, he probably a ho

First one stab you in your back, he probably your bro

If that nigga down bad, he probably a go

And if you come around lacking then you probably get smoked

Couldn't fake it front or pretend when it was time for that action

React like a gangster or you die like a gangster for acting

If it ain't QP's or better, you really ain't trapping

That's just the tree, if it's some work

Hope you about that shit actually

Won't smoke what you pass me

I roll my own bud and don't pass it

It's easy to call me

I ain't easy to get me to answer

New vibes, I either need me a nurse or a dancer

Baby, please don't question my bag if your purse ain't the answer

The baddest bitch in the room, that ho probably broke

Said they was finna pay you back, then you probably get short

That boy know where everybody telling, then he probably done told

If you scared just say you scared, cause you probably gone fold

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We on

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Fuck all them feelings, really

It don't fill the safe, then I don't feel it

Feeling safe, I'm dolo in that four door

Me and all my killers

Stand on business, you little niggas and your feelings bout some bitches

Y'all some bitches

Mad about a bitch that I ain't even hit

Ay don't get hit

Hope you only need a baggie when you shit

Extended maggie so precise, I be praying that I miss

Cuz got the drop

He gone leak where you be staying at and shit

Hop out them bushes, I'ma leave your ass laying in a ditch

Get money, get money, we really be playin' with them chips

Hundred hundreds, all blues, like I came in with the Crips

Six Hundred forever, even when I make it out this shit

Just gotta call, they on the way

I just pray they don't get flicked

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The loudest nigga in the room, he probably a hoe

Gone stab you in your back, he probably your bro

That boy know everybody telling, then he probably done told

If you scared, just say you scared, cause you probably gone fold

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go