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(2wo2imes) I know I make them mad, hop in the Jeep, just to drop these bags off You know it came wit' a fee, had to tax all these grams off Don't no one compare to me, I swear, we can have a stand-off Got a coupe that came wit' a B, so you know it ain't the same, dawg Uh, we gon' box 'em like that Chevy Don't want a coat, boy, this too heavy Please don't talk 'cause shit get deadly We strapped up, ready for armageddon Uh, got these hoes just like Jersey Shore She's hot and ready, yeah, at the front door And I can't even worry 'bout that lil' nigga, he's a dork I remember I had to get this shit up up off the floor I remember I used to throw my report card away, had too many F's I told you niggas I ain't get that shit 'cause y'all ain't pay that check But I said fuck school, nigga, yeah, I'd rather get me a check I had like four hunned pressed pills, I couldn't even move them shits But now I got them pints in, I ain't even had to move that shit This Kel-Tec slow up and this Kel-Tec for a drill You better slow up You lil' niggas getting slow bucks When we get to them racks you won't know us Lil' nigga, hold up Niggas think they so cut These niggas must ride the short bus Your mom still pack your fuckin' lunch Gotta fuck that bitch and make her take me out to brunch These niggas really [?] so they ain't never ever get to punch Smoke 'em, ash 'em like some dust From Letras Mania