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[Intro]
Goddamn, teammate

[Verse]
I'm feeling like Biggie when he copped that coupe
Or maybe Snoop Dogg when he sipped his third gin and juice
Thinkin' 'bout robbin', got that Glock, so I grin at you
Beef, ain't no squashin', Mortal Kombat, I finish you, yeah
We don't talk to the po-po
I ain't even call 'em when they broke up in my house, so we got a little stuff stole
.52 piece, you would think I'm finna drop you off with the motherf*cking busload
Want 'fro, we talk to Hannah, Anna, Amanda, reached for her touched throat
No, you copyin' no fax, come to think about a n*gga got more paper than Kinkos
Pink diamonds, they flamingos
I told the b*tch I'ma put her in rotation 'cause that's the only way to tango
I put the strap to his head and he flexin' like he a Cincinnati Bengal
All of my diamonds and sh*t be wristin' like, tell me: "Where the f*ck did the scene go?"
I've been crippin' since I was 10 years, now these n*ggas lay with me, the team broke
He still like corn dogs, click
Baby got my whole team slow
'Cause an opp hold with the whole clique, that's the only f*cking tango
Said she married to this di*k, let's see how far the diamond ring go
I get the green like Jason Taylor
My diamond ore [?]
di*k in her mouth, she be eatin', my baby
Said she a Crip, well, who the greatest?
They treat me like I was born in the 80's
.30's on me, all my .90's, baby
Got too many attributes, my [?] created
Got so many n*ggas, my n*ggas will take it
Sound Central, I'm the n*gga banging doo-doo
My [?] like a movie, fam
He missing his shot like they move the rims
My diamonds dance when the light dim
[?] on my sweater, peanut butter team
If she freak up my credit, then get it on film
I rack out the pack, who the f*ck need a Jim?
We need cab money like Soulja Slim