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M2B

Yeah, yeah, uh-huh

That 124 shit nigga, you know the fuck goin' on nigga

G-Code, yeah, uh

I'm tryna put up cash, pull up something fast

Way I beat the block up I'm like pooty tang on they ass

Feelin' like I'm Durkio, I'm puttin' belt to ass

Niggas on that hype shit be the first nigga to crash

I learned lessons in them streets, once you in it you a troop flower hill

That's 124, I'm on the block in Nike boots, damn

Jump out vans, they doin' sweeps, they hop out, we get loose

I'm from the block, they dippin' newports in the wet and smoke the goop

All the real ones who get money, show respect and I salute

Had to triple cross a nigga, he got knocked about the loop

Double cup, I got my blicky with me too, I'm sippin' juice

Cross that line, I put my foot up on your neck just like a crew

I'm a stepper, I'm a stomper, keep it P like I wear Prada

At the table with the bosses and we ain't at Benihana's

Boots he rockin' VVs, he just pulled up in a Charger

Fuck that club up on the weekend make it back, that shit regardless

Way I beat the block up with that Zaza, it's retarded

Bag up on your head, my shooter walk down in some joggers

Seen it from a far, I ain't even need no goggles

Niggas eager for some pussy, send that Instagram model

Im tryn put up cash, pull up something fast

Way I beat the block up, I'm like pooty tang on they ass

I'm feelin' like I'm Durkio, yo I'm puttin' belt to ass

Niggas on that hype should be the first nigga to crash

First nigga to crash

First nigga to crash

Yeah

G. Code, bitch

G. Code, bitch