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[Verse 1: Price]
AK flow, automatic fullest
I be with them n*ggas that be beating up the bullies
Louis this, Gucci that catch me on my star tip
n*ggas want hits and I'm the one to spar with
I'm a beast, young T-Rex
Five stacks a show, one song, no BS
My team working n*gga we next
B-oh-dub gang flier than your PS
n*ggas say they gettin' money I suggest you get more
Talk is cheap and you n*ggas looking like a thrift store
I got wodies, woes and they like to explore
I don't bust 'em with my girl that's what I got your chick for
n*ggas saying that they know me and they really must not
You claiming you a brodie when you really must stop
Boy I come from that town where them n*ggas bust Glocks
And only time you in the street is when you at the bus stop
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Yeah that's what y'all n*ggas lack
No joke y'all broke, y'all can see my n*gga's stack
R.I.P Cornbread and wish they bring my n*gga back
And I got love for Boosie Boo but I'mma free my n*gga Matt
Yeah, she call me papi, throw it at me [?]
In my room, stripper pole I'm throwin' 1's at her butt
And they see me in your eyes [?]
Boy this swag is like inked whatch a n*gga tatt her up
Man I need a lil freak that I can marry on the side
Bring the beat, I won't kill it I'll just barry it alive
While your girl in here, posted up [?]
Cause I dig it like [?] tell me who the best man
We don't care what it's costing
We cop it and we flossin'
Briefcase [?] my n*ggas is bossin'
All my n*ggas ball, stone cold Steve Austin
You dime [?]
So we gon' [?] like a 4th quarter of handoff
Do me right, than after that bring my [?]
B-Oh-Dub we don't want to be the same
I can't see y'all hater, Steve Wonder to you lames
BOW


[Verse 2: Oktane]
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