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In the 745, getting high, rhyming with my bitch, she had done
Everybody talking like they lie, these niggas ain't doing fucking crimes
These niggas ain't really with the shits, these niggas ain't no bloods and no crimps
These niggas ain't with it, but we call black, and I guarantee no bitch, you know that
Bitches on my hardwood like a throwback, with ball white like coke crack
Everybody know you, we with the shits, and we with your pitch, guarantee we with your heart
Garencey, she giving down, garencey, she doing dope, guarantee y'all more than a dope
Just that uh, it's that smooth, try and look at shit
That's everything to get money shit, but I never snitch, me and my niggas, we fave a rich
Vegas shits, and I'm to the strip, stack it up, what I thought it chips, 36 floors looking at the strip
Bussing backs, big blowing spit, chillin' stack it up till I get the crit
Then guarantee that I get the sticks, then taking trips, that's guarantee with your bitch
Probably on the yard with my team taking pics, that's guarantee big money shit
I let it shit, your bitch let my wit, that's probably what you got up in this bitch
Now we smash it on the freeway, I'm on my own
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