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    T!
    Where hoody at?
    No ceilings

    One xan, one xan, one xan
    Lord, I'm tryna cut back
    Hol' up, hol' up, where my cup at?
    My bitch got that comeback
    Real one from the jump, man
    I'm killing the jumpman
    I ain't got no ceilings
    No need to look up, man (uh-uh)
    Ak, ak, ak, street-sweeper
    No dustpan (bap-bap)
    Been a stuntman since a young man
    Extra gun if one jam (bap-bap)
    Stuntman since a young man
    Extra gun if one jam
    On my carter 5 shit
    This one for the thumb, man
    Yeah, this one for the duff-bag
    Yeah, this for where I'm from at
    Yeah, my goons break
    In your house like bruhman
    Yeah; click-clack
    Gun-blam, gun-blam, gun-blam, gun-blam
    Gun-blam, gun-blam!
    Shh... silencer on the gun
    I go silence of the lamb
    Ooh I'm up man, up man
    Them viagras got me up, man
    And we pull up, man; up
    And dump and dump and dump
    Then scrram - screech
    The harder I fall, the farther I reach
    The water might fall, but life is a beach
    When my number's called, I get out my seat
    When my niggas ball, I give em my speech
    You might hit a wall, or end up like me
    You might have to crawl, but get up like me
    And you bite before bark, never I before we
    And you pray before eating
    And you lay with your heat
    And you stay with your heat
    And you lay on your mink
    Bitches lay at your feet
    And you play with your kids
    You don't play with these niggas
    Don't play on these streets
    I don't play on these beats
    I don't play bout my money
    You heard what I say; no replay, no repeat
    Don't be playing with me
    Don't be playing with we
    I don't play with no wii
    I'm ok, I'm og
    I'm o. j. on these beats
    I od on these beats
    I'm m-o-b-b-b-b on these streets
    Say what you say
    You don't be on these streets
    Cause if we see you, it's on s-I-g-h-t
    Belie'e that
    Tunechi

    One xan, one xan, one xan
    All I need is one xan
    Knock me out like punch bag
    Got me slump like humpback (gone)
    Muddy-muddy-muddy
    I just drunk a mud bath
    Muddy-muddy-muddy
    I need me some mud flaps (sippin)
    Real one from the jump, man
    Real one from the jump, man (real one)
    On my carter 5 shit
    This one for the thumb, man
    Money long, I got that money
    Tall like kazam (shaq)
    I just popped a combo
    Ain't talkin' mcdonald's (medicine)
    I just popped a bottle
    Ain't talkin' no liquor (medicine)
    I'm talking actavis
    I'm talking to the sippers (pour up)
    I'm talkin to a stripper
    She gon let me pimp her
    You talkin to the police
    So that's who you tippin?
    Ohh, that's a no-no, that's a no-no, ohh
    Had coke since polo and girbauds
    Had coke since arsenio
    White girl; marilyn monroe, demi moore
    I'm in la with my skinny hoes
    But they faces look like centerfolds
    I've been taking all these chemicals, damn
    Now they faces aren't identical, damn
    Watch these niggas turnin into hoes, bop-bop
    Watch me turn a nigga into smoke, bop-bop
    Watch me turn a million into four, voilà
    Watch me turn miami to no, uh-huh
    Watch me turn the sand to some snow, uh-huh
    In a phantom with chinchilla floors, drop-top
    Hit atlanta like gorilla zoe
    Holla at my baby mamas, I love them the most
    Shout out lauren on the west
    She playin her role
    Literally, on the set, she playin a role
    Niggas really rep the set
    We stay in our mode (turned up)
    Spiritually I'm just blessed
    I pray for my hoes (amen)
    Tunechi hoppin off the jet
    G open my door (thank you)
    Spittin since das efx
    My flow in control (skibbidy)
    Pimpin since das efx
    My hoe in control (pimpin)
    And I just popped a combo
    Ain't talkin mcdonald's
    Niggas hear that click-clack, ooh-ooh
    I know I'mma get my shit back, ooh-ooh
    We aiming this thing at your body
    We aiming this thing at your nose
    Hollow tip bullets, blue tip bullets
    Well you're gonna get shot with them both

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