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[Intro] Bitch Long live Drakeo, free Greedo Nigga You know the truth Fuck them Yeah I got Pippy and Shaneyney ridin' shotgun Chrome Hearted, I need uchies, I don't want love Mr. Mosely told me it's gon' be a cold summer What we doin'? If it's beef, save a plate for me It makes sense why all these niggas hate the Stincs, no wonder Off the Mussle hood trophies, true joint, I'm too important Niggas gay, dick ridin' while I'm layin' with my shorty I'm off this Perc', poured up, I get to noddin' off this substance Mud walkin' off this Wock', turtle wake me up in traffic Heard of head and bread, bitch, don't you wanna see me happy? Yo, them boys stay in the house, we ain't givin' niggas passes [?] make an opp [?] Black hearted, [?] 'bout it, sweet as it gets I ain't arguin' with niggas, I ain't seen with no chick If he ask me where I'm goin', I'ma probably plead the fifth She's a backseat bandit, she get nasty in the whip I be nervous and she feel me 'cause she knowin' I ain't got [?] [?] out a black coupe, I just got exclusive on Gena loyal to your boy, I never leave the house without it It's a baggie, hit my dance, then I'm gone, see you later I'm from Stinc Team, bro, we flu flam See, my neck all VVSs, bustdowns Scoreboard, sore winner, it's a cold world What we on? We can kick it, bring your homegirl [Blue Pesos] Shit Bring your sister too We just sold him five bottles, you gon' act a fool? She keep throwin' the ass back, got me spillin' juice House party with the Stincs, we'd feel stupid We know the truth and just accept it, if she party, she ain't comin' back She see this big buddah in his crib, then I'm bound to crack Drumsticks with us, lemon pepper, you can keep the flacks Fuck up out my face if you wanna keep your head intact, nigga Sore winner take the scoreboard, no, we can't run it back I seen niggas follow my position but we here to last Nina keep me company, she such a sweet lady You want a square, then you can beat it, I'm a thug, baby Expensive cups, two hundred, I like to pour mud I gotta watch that back door, we need more guns My way or go to Hell, bitch, this my world Set it off or you can stay, I know you comfortable, ugh [Outro: Blue Pesos] VVS bustdowns, bitch You know the truth, nigga Long live Drakeo, free Greedo, shoutout Greedo