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[Intro: Drego] Man [Verse 1: Drego] This nigga see me out, he actin' like he know me I can't leave the brib 'less I got my pony I seen his lil' bitch, I wanna hit an O3 She heard me on the radio, she wanna blow me [Verse 2: Beno] Woo, this bitch got a site, I guess she send it on me I can't leave the brib unless attention on me Threw her ass to a purse and told that bitch it was free I'm a walking lick, all this designer on me [Verse 3: BandGang Lonnie Bands] Ah, ah Cuz hit me with some grams, told me, "Keep that" Pure dope with Ray Charles, he can see that Catch you out with your bitch, blow her weave back Lonnie Bands gettin' robbed, who gon' believe that? [Verse 4: Drego] Seventeen takin' shots, who gon' believe that? Run up in a nigga brib, where his niece at? Twenty-five for a show, I don't even rap Why the fuck you hit the road? You don't even stack Dame said I had the sauce, boy, believe that [Verse 5: Beno] Unc' passed me down the sauce, you could see that I told her I got the— said she need that I told her relax, bitch, I'll be back [Verse 6: Tooda Man] Hard body, almighty, got a couple pounds on me I don't come in nobody's club unless the rounds on me Cookie crumbs in a Russian Cream Backwood I smoke that shit that you barely gon' see on the streets [Verse 7: BandGang Masoe] We be in these streets, you bitch niggas ain't never outside If you ain't 'bout to pop your pistol, bitch, you better not ride Killer killer and heard everybody over there pride Ain't had to say a word, you seen the news, you know that he died [Verse 8: BandGang Lonnie Bands] Hey, ain't nobody stop shit, don't nothin' fly Nigga, your mama gon' cry before mine cry I wear my chain everywhere, I wish you would try Nigga play me like a rapper, watch your chin drop [Verse 9: Nuk] That pressure get on, them walls closin' in I keep thinkin', I just gotta hit the road again They caught us with the poles, we got the poles again It's a five-hour drive, I make her hold it in Ride with two stumpers, make 'em hold they hands Hit this bitch from the back, make her hold her head Guess her nigga mad at her, want her to close her legs In the bag I trust, nigga, in the roll I spread I picked up the pros, told the hoes go'n 'head Playin' with my money, put that pole to your head Have the lil' nigga shakin' from his toes to his legs Like why you write them names on a note to the feds? It's either go or you broke or you fed Boy, I run with a bag, be done broke your legs Hit the— stash a twenty off the pros so fast Three nine-twos out the door, I slap dope like Scats [Verse 10: BandGang Javar] Lost a fortune on the road, made it back again Like fuck a brick, I just found a fire BIN Fifteen cards'd probably make you ten That's after you pay the work and you had goin' in Should teach swim class, I've been in the deep end They got my chicken, I ain't picky, guess it's beef then I don't need too much to do your ass in Like I can't say "fuck it", just the FN You got some balls tryna scam me Be done killed the lil' nigga like Plan B Or have Boom pop up on you for a small fee Twelve if you value Gram's life, you move her OT You don't see "Welcome To Ohio", that's the wrong route If you see the windows boarded, that's the right house I just opened ten lines, cut Verizon out Caught this old Arab nigga that's gon' cash him out