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[Intro: Joey Fatts] It's been four years since I dropped "Million $ Dreams" in Chipper Jones 3 Vince got XXL freshman, we lost Yams And I'm fresh outta jail from a drive-by shootin' charge But ain't shit changed, we still on the block This cutthroat shit still stronger than ever Pull up, hop out, you can get your shit parked [Chorus: A$ton Matthews] Pull up, hop out, nigga get your shit parked Pull up, hop out, nigga get your shit parked Pull up, hop out, nigga get your shit parked Pull up, hop out, nigga get your shit parked [Verse 1: Joey Fatts] [?] gang, shooter gang, kill whoever choose to hang Without a face, without a name, without a gun, without a case Fresh up out the county jail for crackin' at a nigga place Just got off a tour bitch, my name been crack in other states Hunnid Gs in a safe, ten to get them out the way Probably could've bought a Wraith instead I bought a hunnid K Slap a drum on it, my lil homie get bucks for days Opps didn't want it, we outside nigga, come and play Okay, lay him down, zip him up, body bag, pick him up Toe tag, his mama crushed, playing cutthroat, get killed Know not to fuck with us, nigga, facts [Chorus: A$ton Matthews] Pull up, hop out, nigga get your shit parked Pull up, hop out, nigga get your shit parked Pull up, hop out, nigga get your shit parked Pull up, hop out, nigga get your shit parked [Verse 2: Joey Fatts] I put that shit on Crip street, these niggas pipsqueak Quick to put a nigga 6 feet, I swear this shit deep All that internet thuggin' gon' get your body Swiss cheese If you think that I'm bluffin', come and try me my nigga, please Drop a pin and we can meet, fuck that talkin', we gon' see Bring whoever you gon' bring, this .40 all I need Clip long as limousine, hit the scene and clear the scene All this pressure, he can't breathe, on a stretcher how he leave Walk up on him like a fiend, like the lil bro died The squad lost they mind, every other day we slidin' and pilin' homicides Ain't no debate they ridin' seven to Poppy side Smoke a nigga and spray his candle light while his mama cry [Chorus: A$ton Matthews] Pull up, hop out, nigga get your shit parked Pull up, hop out, nigga get your shit parked Pull up, hop out, nigga get your shit parked Pull up, hop out, nigga get your shit p—
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