Run that back, Khi
Hold on, it's October 10th, my niggas get out the bar, nigga
Ain't no more free dub, ain't no more free lil' head, niggaAyy, ayy, gang, ayy, ayy, ayy, baow, baow, baow, baow
Hold on, gang, gang, hold on, hold on, hold on, ayyOkay, cool, we finna get him, gang
He flexin' too hard, we gon' flip him
Dean throwin' C's and thinkin' he crippin'
Pull out the Glock with it down like a nipple
Try to come 'round, then get shot, it's that simple
Whole lotta facts in my songs when you hear 'em
They don't want no smoke, they just want me to fear 'em
Slide the door back on that minivan
Push a button and we spinnin' like a ceiling fan
You ain't tryna get active, quit bitchin' then
Michael Jackson this ratchet, just send me there
We hit this strap with a tool or piece
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