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[Intro] I don't want no autotune. Nope. Fuck all that shit, this how they want me to [indecipherable]. Woo! Fuck all that shit. Fuck it! This what they want me to do. Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up! [Hook] Niggas say that we don't hit, I'mma hit 'em where it hurt Since you like taking pics, I'mma put you on a shirt Since you wanna take a ride, I'mma put you in a hearse Since you always tired, I'mma put you in the dirt I tried school, it ain't work, I tried to hoop, it ain't work I knew the job shit wouldn't work Then the rob shit would really work I had a rusty revolver, pin broke on it, it ain't really work But a nigga still let me rob him, thank God that it worked [Verse 1] Pussy boy, you a goofy You let me rob you with a broke gun All this money and no guns You deserve to have no funds Pussy boy, you a lame You can't hang with the gang They know we started the gang They know we started to bang [?] They know we started the "Woo!" On the line, I got proof Keep the sauce, I got juice I'm hurting they feelins nigga, ooh! I'm balling hard like a Rucker If she bad, I'mma fuck her Hell naw, won't love her I'mma pass her to my brother Free Wooski, he'll shoot I swear my boy act a fool Niggas hating, bumping heads with me (Loose Screw!) He make it do what it do Niggas steady dissing Tooka I think it's time to be rude They say I'm reaking, what's that smell on me? That's that Backwood full of Nu [Hook] [Verse 2] We gonna do the shit that y'all do I seen your Tweets so I called you You was talking a whole lot of jibber-jabber Look, ain't trying to argue (Pussy!) We ain't playing nigga, y'all'll see Heard "Tooka Gang," ya tried to call me We don't give a fuck if y'all deep Pop a flat now you with Baldy The shit I say be hurting their heart Pray for them, "Oh my God" Times hard, but I'm calm Dutch filled with Sherrod I made this song out the mud Cause we got it out the mud I think about the dirt I did But shit, that's just what it was On the S with some killers (Saint Lawrence!) Free my niggas, free my niggas We ride but we don't see them niggas When we catch 'em, leave them niggas Niggas know they really bitches I could put that on the set Like fuck the mansions and the ex We gonna pull up where ya at (Money!) [Hook]
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