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Woo, woo
Free Flippa, Mr. 2 Cases
Haha, free him
(B-Team came with the A game)
Bah
Before you check my IG, better check the stats (facts)
'Cause I could really name you packs on packs
And I can really show you straps on straps (straps)
I caught that nigga slippin', shot him in the back (bah, bah, bah, bah)
And when I'm in The 'Staff, I'm off that Clutch pack
And when I'm in The E, I'm off that Sluggy
Movie, baow, shot 'em, ow (bah)
Walk him, down
Where's he, now? (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
I got two straps, two hunnid on the dash
I think I spot a opp, I ain't have my mask
I made a U-turn, I know he felt that (bah)
Oh, that's your best friend, I know you heard that
My GG's beat the case, case (they did)
We drink Henny with no chase, chase (energy)
We put opps in they place, place (bah)
'Cause we the real CAMH-H
Before you check my IG, better check the stats
'Cause I could really name you packs on packs
And I can really show you straps on straps
I caught that nigga slippin', shot him in the back
And when I'm in The 'Staff, I'm off that Clutch pack
And when I'm in The E, I'm off that Sluggy
Movie, baow, shot 'em, ow (ow, brrt)
Walk him, down
Where's he, now? (Ayy, ayy)
Where's he, now?
I think he's in the clouds (sky)
Seen nerds that crack downtown
Seen grumpy from the ground
What ya smokin' now? (Smokey)
Walnuts wow, headshot, baow
It took off his eyebrows
Pack, loud (loud)
I told my haters I'm proud (I am)
I remember I was in The Town (Doomstown)
Add water and watch 'em drown
Clip on my Glizzy round (circle)
And it bus like Greyhound
But it's a Glock, Trey Pound (Glizzy)
Leave pussies underground (bitch)
And when I'm in The Townz, I'm off that Sizzlac
And I ain't talkin' 'bout revenge but this that payback (back)
It's a one-way but I triple lapped (uh)
I'm in the Stove Top, like, "Where's Jugu at?" (Where he at?)
I got a thirty clip, it's a movie (woo)
I'm screamin', "Free all my opps", on free Gucci (goofy)
He a top opp, so free Guzzy
And tell JayJay we soon send him Duvy (pussy)
Before you check my IG, better check the stats (facts)
'Cause I could really name you packs on packs
And I can really show you straps on straps (straps)
I caught that nigga slippin', shot him in the back (bah, bah, bah, bah)
And when I'm in The 'Staff, I'm off that Clutch pack
And when I'm in The E, I'm off that Sluggy
Movie, baow, shot 'em, ow (bah)
Walk him, down
Where's he, now? (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
WRITERS
Mark Gardner Jr., Hassan Ali, Shamaury White
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