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Jam, jam, jam, bitch You know what I'm sayin'? (Get your means together, nigga) Ayo Slammin', Eastside, drugs in my bloodstream Killer with the illegitimate funds, I gotta scrub clean (yeah, yeah) Pussy had me too excited, picked up on the first ring (hello?) Chops are blowin', fucked that ho to Joe, I made a love scene (yeah, yeah) Slangin' on this blade, steadily prayin' they don't cut me (ah) Hide my scars with Audemar, got diamond tenants up under the rug Me bein' flooded from all the hoes that said I was ugly and wouldn't touch me Tigers in my yard like Tyson, get to dicin', niggas is dusty I'm on vogue ties and gold wives Low on the supply, but if she fuckin' then I'm supplyin' (yeah) Like Pablo in the Bahamas, drop my dope off on Rabbit Island (yeah) I never crash out, I got my life set on auto-pilot Suck me while I'm drivin', put the Cyber in auto-pilot (yeah) They said I was in a no-fly zone, I had no compliance I had a couple of nothin'-ass hoes on my shoulders cryin' He dumped her like a thot, he got the roster spot on the Lions That's how we do, ho, yeah He got you, now you think, I'ma fuck with you, huh? 'Cause all the bitch recent contacts was niggas that's on the contract Ho, I know your salary cap, off the 'Gram, you in a Kia Fuckin' hoes from all arenas, I ain't got no war with Caesar, bitch, yeah (Can't be just you, or two) Fuckin' hoes from all arenas, I ain't got no war with Caesar (a few won't do) Slangin' things, my shit bangin' like orangutans Prices on my head, blood all over this paper, man (Can't be just you, or two) yeah Check, check, yeah, check, check (or two, a few won't do) Slangin' things, my shit bangin' like orangutans (oh, no, baby) Prices on my life, life is what you make it, man, uh Still thuggin', hoes frontin', niggas underrate me like Jalen Brunson But, yo, I'm leavin' with somethin', I'm from around the way Ho can't take my crown away (yeah) Starvin' in that cell, feel like I lost like three, four pounds a day Growin' up in the G, might have to duck at least four rounds a day Don't wait 'round for no ambulance, bitch, andale Murder always complicate, once it's up, it's out of space Niggas want to have a kumbaya, but I can't conversate (nah) We kill 'em, we can't conversate (we can't conversate) No more talk, that's for the weak Got a brand new switchy with an itchy trigger finger, fuck a tweak And if you cross me in the street, I pray to God, you think it's sweet I put some change up on your head and have your name stuck on your feet I fuck your, I fuck your name up in the street Like juicy smilin', label looked at your first week, that shit was cheeks Rabbit bakin' cakes and all of these pussies gon' get a piece Gangster 'caine, I ain't ashamed, like Jermaine, I won't delete, nigga Fin poppin', opps droppin' Handicapped that nigga, gave him front row parkin', I leave a bitch with options Slangin' things, my shit bangin' like orangutans Prices on my life, life is what you make it, man (yeah)