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For the win

Yo bars waddup

Gnd on the beat

Money

Lets go

From the bottom

To the top

One thing

I cant

Understand

Its actually a few

Lets get to it

Lets go

Lets go

I dont understand it

I just got up and did what I had

I aint really plan it

I just got up and got to a bag

Shit was never handed

Got a duffle sitting by the stash

Please dont put your hand in

Being sneaky fucking with the cash

Thats how niggas vanish

I put dick right up in her mouth

She dont understand it

Wasnt born black

Thats a perfect match

Money like em spanish

J B coming through the back

He be moving fat

He dont like cameras

We a pull up where they trap

Pull up where they rap

Turn em into dancers

You a get shot

If you with it or not

We in a drop

Bapo just called me

Said he got the drop

Dont be on that block

When my niggas spinning

And be on that block

If we get a shot

Ten out of ten

Nigga you getting shot

We is not warning these niggas no more

You got to understand when its a war

Niggas a sit right outside of your door

Walk up and hit you

Just right on your porch

Still on that ducking

And dodging the law

Still getting money

And plotting for more

He being funny with ock at the store

Fuck on his honey

Put cock in her jaw

Gun got a body like lira galore

Pull up with tints

Boogie airing ya door

Fuck if you big

Fuck if you tall

When that shit coming out

Better get on the floor

Twenty four seven by twenty four

Toating twenty fours

Thirty got the ball

He dont want to pass

He just want to score

We could get back on that

Watch what you say

I know my niggas been waiting

To get in this ride

Splish splash

Everything getting wet up

When we go to slide

I know some niggas that love to get fly

Still a get dirty

Don't be confused

Tay meez clutch

Shit not luck

Whenever they duck

He pick out a goose

Why is you running

We got your bro

We been out hunting all damn night

He got a show

We in the row

Chris tucking on it in the party

We a up it on em in a heart beat

Baby nine sitting in the car seat

And its mine we don't need a maury

We is not warning these niggas no more

You got to understand when its a war

Niggas a sit right outside of your door

Walk up and hit you

Just right on your porch

Still on that ducking

And dodging the law

Still getting money

And plotting for more

He being funny with ock at the store

Fuck on his honey

Put cock in her jaw

Gun got a body like lira galore

Pull up with

Boogie airing your door

Fuck if you tall

When that shit coming out

Better get on the floor

Twenty four seven by twenty four

Toating twenty fours

Thirty got the ball

He dont want to pass

He just want to score