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Yeah, yeah, yeah
Woo, woo, woo
Every time I
Talk my, talk my
Every time I pop off, yeah that's why they get mad
Every time I pop off, I got more money than I had
Every time I pop off, I skrrt in the Jag
Every time I get mad, I'm taking her back-back
Bitch, I get mad, yeah, I'm up to something
Yeah, moving like mobsters, hundred round drum
Yeah, you can lose your top in this bitch
We don't give a fuck where you from
Yeah, candy paint on the paint
Booted up, white like Fred
I'm throwing shots like Fred
They say I'm an asshole
I don't even really pray
I'm burning them marginals
You ain't getting no pay
Uh, uh, you can die, ha, like the rest
Pull up, pop off, ha, they feeling harassed
I'm in the Maybach, yeah, I'm going so fast, woah
Bitch ain't got no class, she think she bad
I'm in the same room with Freemase, no, no, I'm in the Lamb'
I ain't got no head space, yeah, I'm fried, I'm slam
You ain't coming to my place, don't let us catch you out of bounds
Don't let you get hit with the Drac'
Woo, woo, I got a big Glock, it's on my waist
Every time I pop off, yeah that's why they get mad
Every time I pop off, I got more money than I had
Every time I pop off, I skrrt in the Jag
Every time I get mad, I'm taking her back-back
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