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Get your ass out here, get your punk ass out here
Trick, snitch, bitch, shut the fuck up
'fore you get that ass kicked, talkin' all that shit (Ayo, ayo)
I can see if you was really makin' a grip
But you punk ass niggas ain't shit
Tell those hoes where you got that fat shit at (Brr)
Ayo, ayo, brr, brr
Ayo, my pearls from Tiffany, she can't do shit to me (Can't do shit to me)
The Glock .10, lemon squeeze (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
All I need is a brick and a thousand fiends (And a thousand fiends)
Trick, snitch, bitch, shut the fuck up
'fore you get that ass kicked, talkin' all that shit (Ayo, ayo)
I can see if you was really makin' a grip
But you punk ass niggas ain't shit
Tell those hoes where you got that fat shit at (Brr)
Ayo, ayo, brr, brr
Ayo, my pearls from Tiffany, she can't do shit to me (Can't do shit to me)
The Glock .10, lemon squeeze (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
All I need is a brick and a thousand fiends (And a thousand fiends)
Claire's first, pipe at the Sotheby's (At the Sotheby's)
Flip vs. Phil on broadway miller (Ah)
I'm lookin' like a drug dealer (Lookin' like a drug dealer)
I'm lookin' like Paq at the fight, rockin' silk, nigga (Woo)
I'm nothin' like these rap niggas (Nothin' like these rap niggas)
Pops gettin' shitty with the VCR
Juice on bootleg, headshot, doctor had to stitch his shit together (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
He only left with two dreads (Two dreads)
Racin' through Central Park and got the coup'e (Skrrrr)
Ain't too many niggas where I'm from got brick money
Rest in peace, Prick, you was that nigga, you kill for me (Rest in peace, Prick)
Flip vs. Phil on broadway miller (Ah)
I'm lookin' like a drug dealer (Lookin' like a drug dealer)
I'm lookin' like Paq at the fight, rockin' silk, nigga (Woo)
I'm nothin' like these rap niggas (Nothin' like these rap niggas)
Pops gettin' shitty with the VCR
Juice on bootleg, headshot, doctor had to stitch his shit together (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
He only left with two dreads (Two dreads)
Racin' through Central Park and got the coup'e (Skrrrr)
Ain't too many niggas where I'm from got brick money
Rest in peace, Prick, you was that nigga, you kill for me (Rest in peace, Prick)
If 'Chine Gun was still livin', you'd be that nigga you kill for me
Ayo, love turned to envy 'cause I'm way up, way up, way up (Ayo, love, fuck these niggas)
Love turned to envy 'cause I'm way up, way up, way up (I was from a time where they tote riches, nigga)
Love turned to envy 'cause I'm way up, way up, way up (Before bedrooms at ten, nigga)
Love turned to envy 'cause I'm way up, way up, way up (Every card this year, nigga, I hate me too)
You gotta get your punk ass out
Ayo, love turned to envy 'cause I'm way up, way up, way up (Ayo, love, fuck these niggas)
Love turned to envy 'cause I'm way up, way up, way up (I was from a time where they tote riches, nigga)
Love turned to envy 'cause I'm way up, way up, way up (Before bedrooms at ten, nigga)
Love turned to envy 'cause I'm way up, way up, way up (Every card this year, nigga, I hate me too)
You gotta get your punk ass out
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