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I had lost all my friends When I lost all that cabbage
They thought I was cappin Im back on they ass
Doing the race know they want me to crash
Now they all in my face cause im toting a bag
I dont need no new friends
Cause theses niggas be fake
They coming in last and im winning this race
Got my foot on the gas While they running in place
Lets pop us a bottle Lets run to the bank
They thought I was crazy for quitting the army
But I was out fighting alone
The girls the cars the clothes the money
I can get all that shit on my own
No I dont need nobody to sit right beside me
I can get all that shit out the mud
If im needing some help I call up the fam
Cause everything said understood
Pop Roo K A
Knowing that everything good
If I got you got it dont get us excited
Cause we gone come shoot up your hood
Put the k in face asking what did you say
Before I spray up the place I aint feeling ok
If you play with them kids then we all in yo case
Catch us a case then we murder the case
Know we praying for peace for where ever we stay
Cause these niggas be hating its all in they face
Know we shake up the ground when we walk in the place
Had 48 grams put it all in cake
You can get you a piece you can take off to space
I done seen hella feens compete in a race
No it aint easy but part of the play
Whip my tears with 100 and throw it away
Pop Roo K A
Zay Coop X A
Pop Roo K A
Zay Coop X A
Look look look look man
I got yall man just like yall got me
And uhh we aint done yet
And we bout to turn this bih up
No they cant stop us
They know that we poppin aint needin no bottles
To turn this bitch up
Got my foot on the gas and im burning it up
I might smoke on some gas but ain't slowing shit up
Know we come from the bottom
But on our way up
Got em all in they feelings I know that its tuff
No it easy but leave it to us
Put your hands in the sky man let turn this shit up
Rip to my momma that shit ate me up
But I still got my daddy I guess thats enough
But enough ain't enough when you running it up
Need a M and a B then I might give it up
With that gas in my hands
I feel like man they running to fill up the stands
Now im taking a stance to do my lil dance
And turn up with all of my fans
Pop Roo K A
I dont think theses bitches understand
That im really the man thats playing with bands
Im having the world in my hands
Zay Coop X A
Theses niggas they really mans
We done made us a plan
Then made that shit happen
Now we really having them bands
No cap
Ya knooo
You digg
Hann
Free my brotha AK
They thought I was cappin Im back on they ass
Doing the race know they want me to crash
Now they all in my face cause im toting a bag
I dont need no new friends
Cause theses niggas be fake
They coming in last and im winning this race
Got my foot on the gas While they running in place
Lets pop us a bottle Lets run to the bank
They thought I was crazy for quitting the army
But I was out fighting alone
The girls the cars the clothes the money
I can get all that shit on my own
No I dont need nobody to sit right beside me
I can get all that shit out the mud
If im needing some help I call up the fam
Cause everything said understood
Pop Roo K A
Knowing that everything good
If I got you got it dont get us excited
Cause we gone come shoot up your hood
Put the k in face asking what did you say
Before I spray up the place I aint feeling ok
If you play with them kids then we all in yo case
Catch us a case then we murder the case
Know we praying for peace for where ever we stay
Cause these niggas be hating its all in they face
Know we shake up the ground when we walk in the place
Had 48 grams put it all in cake
You can get you a piece you can take off to space
I done seen hella feens compete in a race
No it aint easy but part of the play
Whip my tears with 100 and throw it away
Pop Roo K A
Zay Coop X A
Pop Roo K A
Zay Coop X A
Look look look look man
I got yall man just like yall got me
And uhh we aint done yet
And we bout to turn this bih up
No they cant stop us
They know that we poppin aint needin no bottles
To turn this bitch up
Got my foot on the gas and im burning it up
I might smoke on some gas but ain't slowing shit up
Know we come from the bottom
But on our way up
Got em all in they feelings I know that its tuff
No it easy but leave it to us
Put your hands in the sky man let turn this shit up
Rip to my momma that shit ate me up
But I still got my daddy I guess thats enough
But enough ain't enough when you running it up
Need a M and a B then I might give it up
With that gas in my hands
I feel like man they running to fill up the stands
Now im taking a stance to do my lil dance
And turn up with all of my fans
Pop Roo K A
I dont think theses bitches understand
That im really the man thats playing with bands
Im having the world in my hands
Zay Coop X A
Theses niggas they really mans
We done made us a plan
Then made that shit happen
Now we really having them bands
No cap
Ya knooo
You digg
Hann
Free my brotha AK
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