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    I promise that's a war
    Lil Vontae slidin' with his shit, down to dog
    Free Lil Clark
    Long live Snake, he kept a Glock
    Want a four door coupe, he gon' cop it
    Long live Snake, yeah yeah
    It's crazy but it's true

    Pussy boy ain't gon' stain nothin'
    Your cap, yeah, where I'm aiming
    Monkey nuts on the draco
    Let that bitch get to singin'
    Real shooters, no blankin'
    Hood Baby goin' loco
    For the pesos, go coco
    Loco
    'Bout that moneys, yeah yeah, we go rojo
    Pull up, photoshoot it, yeah, logo
    All my money crispy, yeah, honchos
    They think I owe them something, yeah they loco

    I think they crazy, I'm Hood Baby, they get the message
    Thats too many blessings, and I'm on ecstasy
    Theres no more mess for me, and I'm okay
    It's crazy but it's true
    A Glock and a stick, yeah yeah, that's a fed case
    I [?] my shit, yeah yeahh, I do the race
    You ain't talkin' 'bout nothin', and that I know
    And you a D1 ho, I fucked your throat
    Hood Baby, I'll wipe your nose, send your ass home
    Can't lay up with this ho, I gotta go
    That's a Hellcat, got my wings back
    Lean in a hatchback with the stick back, ready to clap back
    You know it

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    Pussy boy ain't gon' stain nothin'
    Your cap, yeah, where I'm aiming
    Monkey nuts on the draco
    Let that bitch get to singin'
    Real shooters, no blankin'
    Hood Baby goin' loco
    For the pesos, go coco
    Loco
    'Bout that moneys, yeah yeah, we go rojo
    Pull up, photoshoot it, yeah, logo
    All my money crispy, yeah, honchos
    They think I owe them something, yeah they loco

    Free Taylor
    Hit his ass up, he callin' for Mater
    Free Glock, kept a Glock-30 'round, know nigga I'm poppin'
    Lil Ron my twin, yeah, Money is my twin, yeah
    Lil Keed my twin, yeah, Slimelife, he my twin, yeah
    And that's no cap, Montana gon' pop any strap
    Let out the Baby on hot block, we slidin' in a Wraith, go opp shop
    They gon' lose, make the news, I'm not a scrooge
    They burnt out and overdue, I turtle, stop watching me
    I drink this shit 'til my heart stop beating
    A lot of racks in these skinny jeans
    Cash out, new Céline, neck iced out and it go bling
    Rudy Gang be the team, I accomplished all my dreams
    Left a big old Rari ring and I bought a bitch a ring, on God

    Pussy boy ain't gon' stain nothin'
    Your cap, yeah, where I'm aiming
    Monkey nuts on the draco
    Let that bitch get to singin'
    Real shooters, no blankin'
    Hood Baby goin' loco
    For the pesos, go coco
    Loco
    'Bout that moneys, yeah yeah, we go rojo
    Pull up, photoshoot it, yeah, logo
    All my money crispy, yeah, honchos
    They think I owe them something, yeah they loco

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