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800, baby, blood it up, what the **** you think?
Walk around the school, they like, "Goon, boy, I smell that dank"
BB on the belt, clutchin' sticks, tote it on my waist
You can come and find me hittin' licks, I just want the cake
Ridin' in the stolie with my niggas, and we do the dash
Early in the mornin', off the gas, young nigga crashed
That lil' ***** gon' bust it on the **** , smack up on her ass
Young nigga posted in the bricks, sendin' niggas laps
Yeah, huh
Baby, I ain't with that sippin', ho
All that damn kissin', ho
Bad *****, hella pigeon-toed
We gang, not to mention though
My watch look four-dimensional
My new Glock goin' digital
I'm bussin' all you *****, though
You better keep your distance, ho
Big 1400 goon, what the **** you think?
Blowin' all this dope, all this gas, I can't feel my face
I just want a bag for my birthday, not no ****** cake
I just count this cash that I **** with, I can't do no dates
Photo what you own, better sit your ass right at home
Keep my ****** chrome, I'll put one in your ******' dome
Now that ***** gone, dead meat, he was dead wrong
Boolin' with the gang, yellin', "Slatt," It's the red zone
Yeah, 1400, 800, gang, baby
You know what the **** goin' on
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