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Uh, better than who? You not better than Two, that's fashitso, that shit for certain All motion detected, I see em creeping through the window, blow through the curtains 10-four, I make a move and they copy I keep a white boy like Ricky, no Bobby Niggas that you ride around with Tekashi, can't be me, I don't rock with nobody Sticking and moving, she picking and choosing, she ain't picking me, then I'm off of her body Sipping my juice while I sit in the stu, cause if I get too bored, I'll be off of the molly This ain't a place you can stay, you ain't got wheels then I hope that you call for somebody I make a call and they say that they got me, that shit put a smile on my face, Murakami I pop out the cut, it was unexpected, swinging my stick, Jackie Robinson, nigga We got the same 24, why is you mad my shit hot and I'm popping it, nigga? NBL, slash the O, C to the K, got it tatted cause that's where I'm popping it, nigga Live by the sword, I'ma die by the sword, I'ma shoot this bitch, that why I'm copping it, nigga Big bucks, I'm trying to wake up and count them This big truck, no you cannot squeeze around it Give 10 fucks, if you take 10 from up outtem I can give 10 if you take 10 from outtem Sipping on Remy Ferbas Chteauneuf Du Pape while I'm blasting that Remy Ferbas Right handed slider, I gotta go fix my alignment, cause these niggas been driving a lot B-U, beam note, H-A, they yearn for me like the day before payday Kobe my chopper, mayday, mayday, if it go down then I'm gon' have a heyday I'll get you beat for the drum, reggae, snapping on shit like I interviewed Ray J I'm with the clique, the mob, gang gang, I'll catch a hat and a play in the same day Long live my niggas that fly in the sky, free all my niggas that's locked down the road Nigga, free Drew, the fast way, I got some shit for you when you get home They know that two never in last place, I'm running laps 'round em, I'm in my zone Ain't got you tool, then it's a bad day, I don't suggest that you leave out your home Big buck, big bucks, I'm trying to wake up and count them This big truck, no you cannot squeeze around it Give 10 fucks, if you take 10 from up outtem I put the drop in a baby blue bottle All gas, no brakes, I'm tryn' solve me a problem Fill up the tank, don't let off with a throttle They say"hallelujah" I let off the chopper Niggas think Big two a true Pentecostal
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