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[Verse 1]
Cold n***a
Street sweeper
Grem reaper
Bust down her back now I'm night creapin
Four lines in a two leader
Got me leaning
Run up a check blow it fast got me dizzy
Four nickels in the pot
She gon bust it open
Late nights on the block
Bitch we out here loc'n
I been getting so high tryna stay focused
Swang wit the thang in the coop don't get ran over
We be out here late night it's the take over
Young squad yelp bitch we wit all that
It only take one call to knock off his ball cap
Extendo's clock it back bet he gon fall back
Is you dumb lil baby
Can't get a bag because your baby daddy lazy
In this real life of game you a dumb bitch
You can't fake it
I ain't tripping
Let me see you shake sumthin
Ohhh that's a issue

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[Verse 2]
Bop Bop
Bitch let see you bust it down
Load it up I got a choppa wit a hunnid round
Catch a case and go to jail
Don't make a sound
Yapping on the gram got his ass gun down
Funny n***a
What a clown
Free my n***as out the dog pound
I been down for so long got my stomach growling
I dont get mad bitch I get even
The pigs ask me about a murder
I didn't see shit like stevie
Dead presidents benefit me
Bitch take it easy
Little n***a wanna slide this choppa getting greasy
For the dick she feam'n
Playing me bitch you dream'n
OTR only the real in my section
You get hit with this weapon
N***as looking mad I ain't stressing
Fourty on my lap
Waiting for a n***a to test it
Keep it strictly business baby
I don't do no questions
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh


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