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No punches, no brake lines
My niggas really crunching, facing numbers, not no state time
Stringing bales on Stahelin like I'm Avon
Screaming free my niggas in the Feds, O Tre Nine
Flight risk, ain't wanna let me out, I feel like Akon
Black hoodie on, .40 tucked, don't mistake me for Trayvon
Known in fifty states for moving weight across them state lines
Bitch, we known in fifty states
For moving weight across them state lines
"Welcome back", fuck you mean? I ain't never left
Lately, I been by myself shaking down in commonwealth
Catch it at the top, see the ores right before it melt
Bag it up and sell it to him wet and get an extra twelve
We been getting two-hundred degrees, fuck a record sale
All the flicks that the Feds took, we was fresh as hell
Invested in a semi-truck, was stressing with the mail
Niggas getting booked with the books then they turnin' twelve
The load came fifty bows over, that's an extra bale
Copped a brick out of Saks Fifth, we just left Chanel
Now everybody gangsta, heard they pushing P
Nigga got his shit pushed back, he thought he took from me
Took him out the gang with the Drac' like he Pusha T
Hell Block, Hully Gully, I done been to hell and back
Thousand grams of puppy chow, I might need some help with that
Stepping on the China like a welcome mat
No punches, no brake lines
My niggas really crunching, facing numbers, not no state time
Stringing bales on Stahelin like I'm Avon
Screaming free my niggas in the Feds, O Tre Nine
Flight risk, ain't wanna let me out, I feel like Akon
Black hoodie on, .40 tucked, don't mistake me for Trayvon
Known in fifty states for moving weight across them state lines
Bitch, we known in fifty states
For moving weight across them state lines
Serving all the hunkys and the hicks where they welcome Blacks
I took that water up the hill to Bobby, Jill and Jack
Tell Johnny "Spread the word", know that fire back
And I don't even need a scale, I could eye a pack
Skin poppin' in her vein, look like a tire track
Feelin' like West, took my cocaine and dyed it black
I'll give my right hand for a pint of Act'
Pour some water on his chest and make sure he ain't wiretapped
Unc running out of veins, he shootin' in his nuts
We put them pills in her pussy, put her on the bus
After I blend it and I sip it, make it harden up
Nigga this that grade A1, you better smarten up
It's off the record, off the Richter, off the charts with us
Took all the extras, bought a split and caught the charter bus
Who put that battery in his back? I'm finna charge him up
Been in Wisconsin chasin' them Milwaukee bucks
No punches, no brake lines
My niggas really crunching, facing numbers, not no state time
Stringing bales on Stahelin like I'm Avon
Screaming free my niggas in the Feds, O-trey-nine
Flight risk, ain't wanna let me out, I feel like Akon
Black hoodie on, .40 tucked, don't mistake me for Trayvon
Known in fifty states for moving weight across them state lines
Bitch, we known in fifty states
For moving weight across them state lines
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