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[Chorus] Front me some dope, I cross you over like the Globetrotters I'm in the club putting in orders for the gold bottles Shit hit the fan, that nigga snitched, he couldn't hold water I get the Pyrex and fill it with some cold water These forty-five bullets shake like a teeter-totter I got my son drinking milk out a Gucci bottle After the drive-by, that car smelled like gunpowder Aim at your top, crack you open like a sunflower [Verse 1] You're outta luck, you better duck, I'll blow your head off You run off with that pack, my niggas cut your legs off Slept with the money, it took an hour to clean the bed off I'm in my low-low, I'm tryna throw the feds off These niggas characters, all actors, and DW's I'm just a pistol toter, duckin' you, you W's I sipped some dope, it have me high up off the residue Think you's a big nigga, don't make my chopper measure you They took you in investigation room and pressured you They must've knew that you would fold, yeah, they pressured you I couldn't fuck your bitch, I had a busy schedule These VVS's make my wrist look like a swimming pool You better find the exit 'fore them bullets enter you This for them broke niggas, I hope I'm not offending you You got your vest on but it's not defending you Pussy nigga dissin' me, you down for me to mental you My trap house loaded up, with dope fiends New crib, fill it up, with Flash Gang Nigga let me talk my shit And if you got a broke disease, go get you some vaccine [Chorus] Front me some dope, I cross you over like the Globetrotters I'm in the club putting in orders for the gold bottles Shit hit the fan, that nigga snitched, he couldn't hold water I get the Pyrex and fill it with some cold water These forty-five bullets shake like a teeter-totter I got my son drinking milk out a Gucci bottle After the drive-by, that car smelled like gunpowder Aim at your top, crack you open like a sunflower [Verse 2] I iced my neck up, my shit hit harder I beat the trunk up, my shit hit harder Smoke out the pound, make the blunt hit harder You tote that nine bitch, my chopper hit harder Kill more [?], huh, I hit the pussy harder She call me daddy, like she is my daughter We make this so fast, niggas hate harder I need my old school dunk, Vince Carter It got that deep dish, paint mascara I put some Forgies on it, now it's much taller Just took a broke nigga's bitch, she want a baller Didn't want your service anymore, you couldn't afford her [Chorus] Front me some dope, I cross you over like the Globetrotters I'm in the club putting in orders for the gold bottles Shit hit the fan, that nigga snitched, he couldn't hold water I get the Pyrex and fill it with some cold water These forty-five bullets shake like a teeter-totter I got my son drinking milk out a Gucci bottle After the drive-by, that car smelled like gunpowder Aim at your top, crack you open like a sunflower
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