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22 hundred for the FN’ Niggas see me start running 22 hundred for act’ pint We ain’t even sell it, we drunk it 22 hundred for my shirt and pants Words that she wants, don’t want it My new car is so fast, I slide around the corner 4 lines in this 20 ounce, it gave me a boner Can get a hundred out the bank at any time I wanna I’m sippin’ Red with yellow v cuts look like ketchup mustard I know the real fuckin’ Birdman, nigga, not no stunna Let out 50 from an AR, that bitch can flip a hummer I am the type to get my dog rich, Shit, I feel like Sosa Chopper bullet grace his face, he thought he was cut by Lokin Pull up with that .45, it’ll knock out Andrew Bogut Nigga say he wants that smoke, chopper wake him up like folgers Pull up blue shit fallin’ out my pocket, niggas think I’m locin’ Bitch is shaking trying to take a pic, damn keep your composure Don’t be cryin’ on my line once we done, bitch its over Keep that nine in a cut and get it done just like tony Put a stock on my Glock and call it the macaroni Droppin’ bows and we selling rock, lil nigga you was just bronie Nigga said he in a different bag, ain’t his bag, he stole it Niggas claim to drop all heat, shit ain’t heat, it’s frozen Why you go and buy that cheap ice, lil nigga you is bogus You can’t even pay the label back the money that they loaned you Tell the truth you independent, ’cause don’t nobody wants you