

Yo
If your strap's catchin' dust, then you might as well shot it to me
If your strap's catchin' dust, then you might as well shot it to me
Yo
If your strap's catchin' dust, then you might as well shot it to me
Gettin' gassed off a whole one? That ain't shottin' to me
Online twenty-four's G 'cause I'm shottin' fully
Call the G42 dog, that's the pocket bully
Mainline, freeflow, legal visits, fightin' trials
The combo trips a hard drive like backup files
Ship my packs from the West Coast, five thousand miles
Street cred platinum, baby-blue Arab dials
The pounds come four, five, six like G hund
Any less than four-forty-eight, I want a refund
Cash a coin, coin to cash,'mando when the re's done
I got him down, but if I get the chance, he's gettin' redone
'Cause my lot roll with G-locks or with rambos
And my lot's turnin' mansions into bandos
And my lot's built for the heat like some sandals
My mad gwop will turn a human into candles
Anywhere I go, I got plugs and fiends lookin' for me
Any state I touch down, bad bitches cookin' for me
Blue strips, pockets on swole like a foot with tookies
Stanley in a man-bag, get yourself caught like Chucky
Brandy in a cat's flat, chasin' dragon off the foil
Yayo in a Pyrex, cottage cheese, watch it boil
Now it's at the porridge stage, watch it start droppin' oil
Warehouse grow opps, trainers full of croppin' soil
Safe house like Black Ops, corpses and black Glocks
Even young G's are packin' pokers and Makarovs
MAG's like Steve Jobs, fold you like laptops
No head kicks or head guards, you can get a Thai box
I can't live 'round exotic ones, Fresh Prince hi-tops
Hash and coke, static slaps, strictly when I buy blocks
Strictly when I buy blocks
Hash and coke, static slaps, strictly when I buy blocks
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