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I get it for 'em\n\nDope loud, it's annoyin', bitch, you can't ignore it\nOn that porch, ride 'til early mornin', tryna get it off\nWe get cheese like asiago, pockets, they on double portion\nBitch, I'm poppin' like some bubbles blowin'\nUh, yeah, uh-uh\nCuh said he ready, I'm already goin', uh (I'm already goin')\nGlock got a red dick like a dog do, uh\nShe won't play with my team (damn, damn)\nShe might just dog you, hm (she might just dog you)\n\nLam' white like ice cream, seats look like fondue (seats look like fondue)\nYour bitch say she like me, I'm high as a kite be (high as a kite be)\nNeed some bad lil' red shit, somethin' like a Hi-C (somethin' like a Hi-C)\nBitch, I'm right with 23\nFeelin' somethin' like Mike be (somethin' like Mike be)\nChopper talk that Bow Wow\nFeelin' somethin' like Mike be (somethin' like Mike be)\nF-, mm, yeah, uh, uh (somethin' like Mike be)\n\nSomethin' like LeBron with the Cavs, made a light C (uh-uh)\nI'm already white, ho (damn, damn), I don't need no white bitch (uh-uh)\nI'm already white, bitch, I don't need no white ho\nWe got brown, tan, purp', green, teal, and white dope (yeah)\nWe got dog food, syrup, gas, yeah, booger sugar\nDrew down with a black ski, now that boy a coulda-shoulda\n\nUh, drew down with that, huh, yeah, that black ski, he a coulda-shoulda\nYou feel me? Druski? Coulda? Yeah\nYou catch my drift? Yeah, uh, uh, uh\n\nGet me in that room, I'm playin' stupid like I'm Woody, uh (damn)\nDraco, it's a fully, we drop down like we some bullets\nI been in that field too many years, I ain't no rookie\nI been in that field, I'm the boss man, uh (yeah)\nShoot you in your jaw, fuck up your teeth (yeah, yeah)\nNow you can't talk again (uh)\n5.56 hit his kneecap, now he can't walk again (yeah, yeah)\n\nAll they finna say, hm, \"Shouldn't have spoke on him,\" huh\nSpeak on two or three 'nem, hop out deeper than the deep end\nI stay out the way, but speak on gang, then we creepin' (damn, damn)\nI pulled up with this 223 (yeah, uh) it hit your-\n\nYeah\nOne take, bitch, that's on the whole L\nFree Three, free Steve, on God, bitch\nMan, uh, yeah, huh, yeah, huh\nPfft, yeah (light this up)\n\nYeah, leave the rest to me, you know I'ma crush it\nI've been more street than Sesame\nLike Elmo, how I chew my muffin\nSince elementary, I knew I was finna kill these suckers\nFuck the judge, gonna hit lil' Soda with an elbow and it wasn't funny\n\nTrappin' turn to tricks, run like a rabbit to that money\nBlacker than a bitch, I'm quick to tackle me a bunny\nThe Spanish soda cracka mixed with yellow honey mustard\nI don't know what, a bitch said I'm a colorist\nHow the fuck, bitch? I don't love my mother?\n\nI admit I said a lot of dumb-ass shit when I was a youngin\nI ain't used to get down with brown bitches, but now I love her\nWhat you think, we changing 19 to 1800?\nAnd then you grow some dreads and dye 'em red, you look like Chucky\n\nNigga, fuck that, all that partner shit don't mean nothin'\nFuck that love crap, all my partners owe me money\nWhere the drugs at? I'm tryna tweak\nI don't need no company (damn, damn)\nI'm a rugrat, I keep a Tommy on me, buddy\nTurn a nigga mummy, every of my birthdays rainy now\n\nYeah, Z god, Zeus, thunder, lightning, thunder\nZa, OVO function\nI'm serious like SM, but I don't pay the radio\nLike, Sirius, like SM, satellite","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.34] (Mobleyyy)\n[00:09.41] (Damn, damn)\n[00:11.95] Run that back\n[00:19.00] D-da-da- (one more time, one more time)\n[00:25.38] Uh, uh, cracker got an AR like he shootin' schools up\n[00:29.26] Yellow wide-body, Hellcat look like a school bus\n[00:32.28] Dove up in that water, huh, I ain't had no scuba\n[00:35.14] Glock on my lap, up and blow like a tuba\n[00:38.28] You just a hatin' bitch, I don't give two fucks\n[00:41.12] You just like to talk a lot, you ain't finna do nothin'\n[00:44.15] They just like to pocket watch, so I got some zippers for 'em (damn, damn)\n[00:47.36] I got P's and zippers for 'em\n[00:48.81] What they need? I get it for 'em\n[00:50.65] Dope loud, it's annoyin', bitch, you can't ignore it\n[00:53.25] On that porch, ride 'til early mornin', tryna get it off\n[00:56.13] We get cheese like asiago, pockets, they on double portion\n[00:59.68] Bitch, I'm poppin' like some bubbles blowin'\n[01:01.94] Uh, yeah, uh-uh\n[01:03.79] Cuh said he ready, I'm already goin', uh (I'm already goin')\n[01:06.92] Glock got a red dick like a dog do, uh\n[01:09.74] She won't play with my team (damn, damn)\n[01:11.29] She might just dog you, hm (she might just dog you)\n[01:12.65] Lam' white like ice cream, seats look like fondue (seats look like fondue)\n[01:15.63] Your bitch say she like me, I'm high as a kite be (high as a kite be)\n[01:18.73] Need some bad lil' red shit, somethin' like a Hi-C (somethin' like a Hi-C)\n[01:21.88] Bitch, I'm right with 23\n[01:23.25] Feelin' somethin' like Mike be (somethin' like Mike be)\n[01:24.85] Chopper talk that Bow Wow\n[01:26.27] Feelin' somethin' like Mike be (somethin' like Mike be)\n[01:27.72] F-, mm, yeah, uh, uh (somethin' like Mike be)\n[01:30.71] Somethin' like LeBron with the Cavs, made a light C (uh-uh)\n[01:33.71] I'm already white, ho (damn, damn), I don't need no white bitch (uh-uh)\n[01:36.64] I'm already white, bitch, I don't need no white ho\n[01:39.56] We got brown, tan, purp', green, teal, and white dope (yeah)\n[01:42.72] We got dog food, syrup, gas, yeah, booger sugar\n[01:45.62] Drew down with a black ski, now that boy a coulda-shoulda\n[01:49.23] Uh, drew down with that, huh, yeah, that black ski, he a coulda-shoulda\n[01:52.11] You feel me? Druski? Coulda? Yeah\n[01:54.27] You catch my drift? Yeah, uh, uh, uh\n[01:56.22] Get me in that room, I'm playin' stupid like I'm Woody, uh (damn)\n[01:59.23] Draco, it's a fully, we drop down like we some bullets\n[02:02.03] I been in that field too many years, I ain't no rookie\n[02:04.98] I been in that field, I'm the boss man, uh (yeah)\n[02:08.25] Shoot you in your jaw, fuck up your teeth (yeah, yeah)\n[02:10.20] Now you can't talk again (uh)\n[02:11.34] 5.56 hit his kneecap, now he can't walk again (yeah, yeah)\n[02:14.29] All they finna say, hm, \"Shouldn't have spoke on him,\" huh\n[02:17.07] Speak on two or three 'nem, hop out deeper than the deep end\n[02:20.08] I stay out the way, but speak on gang, then we creepin' (damn, damn)\n[02:23.28] I pulled up with this 223 (yeah, uh) it hit your-\n[02:26.10] Yeah\n[02:27.33] One take, bitch, that's on the whole L\n[02:29.87] Free Three, free Steve, on God, bitch\n[02:32.96] Man, uh, yeah, huh, yeah, huh\n[02:36.46] Pfft, yeah (light this up)\n[02:38.71] Yeah, leave the rest to me, you know I'ma crush it\n[02:40.74] I've been more street than Sesame\n[02:42.02] Like Elmo, how I chew my muffin\n[02:43.97] Since elementary, I knew I was finna kill these suckers\n[02:46.91] Fuck the judge, gonna hit lil' Soda with an elbow and it wasn't funny\n[02:50.35] Trappin' turn to tricks, run like a rabbit to that money\n[02:53.18] Blacker than a bitch, I'm quick to tackle me a bunny\n[02:56.03] The Spanish soda cracka mixed with yellow honey mustard\n[02:58.89] I don't know what, a bitch said I'm a colorist\n[03:00.55] How the fuck, bitch? I don't love my mother?\n[03:02.06] I admit I said a lot of dumb-ass shit when I was a youngin\n[03:05.01] I ain't used to get down with brown bitches, but now I love her\n[03:08.18] What you think, we changing 19 to 1800?\n[03:10.87] And then you grow some dreads and dye 'em red, you look like Chucky\n[03:14.19] Nigga, fuck that, all that partner shit don't mean nothin'\n[03:16.81] Fuck that love crap, all my partners owe me money\n[03:20.10] Where the drugs at? 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I get it for 'em\n\n  Dope loud, it's annoyin', bitch, you can't ignore it\n  On that porch, ride 'til early mornin', tryna get it off\n  We get cheese like asiago, pockets, they on double portion\n  Bitch, I'm poppin' like some bubbles blowin'\n  Uh, yeah, uh-uh\n  Cuh said he ready, I'm already goin', uh (I'm already goin')\n  Glock got a red dick like a dog do, uh\n  She won't play with my team (damn, damn)\n  She might just dog you, hm (she might just dog you)\n\n  Lam' white like ice cream, seats look like fondue (seats look like fondue)\n  Your bitch say she like me, I'm high as a kite be (high as a kite be)\n  Need some bad lil' red shit, somethin' like a Hi-C (somethin' like a Hi-C)\n  Bitch, I'm right with 23\n  Feelin' somethin' like Mike be (somethin' like Mike be)\n  Chopper talk that Bow Wow\n  Feelin' somethin' like Mike be (somethin' like Mike be)\n  F-, mm, yeah, uh, uh (somethin' like Mike be)\n\n  Somethin' like LeBron with the Cavs, made a light C (uh-uh)\n  I'm already white, ho (damn, damn), I don't need no white bitch (uh-uh)\n  I'm already white, bitch, I don't need no white ho\n  We got brown, tan, purp', green, teal, and white dope (yeah)\n  We got dog food, syrup, gas, yeah, booger sugar\n  Drew down with a black ski, now that boy a coulda-shoulda\n\n  Uh, drew down with that, huh, yeah, that black ski, he a coulda-shoulda\n  You feel me? Druski? Coulda? Yeah\n  You catch my drift? Yeah, uh, uh, uh\n\n  Get me in that room, I'm playin' stupid like I'm Woody, uh (damn)\n  Draco, it's a fully, we drop down like we some bullets\n  I been in that field too many years, I ain't no rookie\n  I been in that field, I'm the boss man, uh (yeah)\n  Shoot you in your jaw, fuck up your teeth (yeah, yeah)\n  Now you can't talk again (uh)\n  5.56 hit his kneecap, now he can't walk again (yeah, yeah)\n\n  All they finna say, hm, \"Shouldn't have spoke on him,\" huh\n  Speak on two or three 'nem, hop out deeper than the deep end\n  I stay out the way, but speak on gang, then we creepin' (damn, damn)\n  I pulled up with this 223 (yeah, uh) it hit your-\n\n  Yeah\n  One take, bitch, that's on the whole L\n  Free Three, free Steve, on God, bitch\n  Man, uh, yeah, huh, yeah, huh\n  Pfft, yeah (light this up)\n\n  Yeah, leave the rest to me, you know I'ma crush it\n  I've been more street than Sesame\n  Like Elmo, how I chew my muffin\n  Since elementary, I knew I was finna kill these suckers\n  Fuck the judge, gonna hit lil' Soda with an elbow and it wasn't funny\n\n  Trappin' turn to tricks, run like a rabbit to that money\n  Blacker than a bitch, I'm quick to tackle me a bunny\n  The Spanish soda cracka mixed with yellow honey mustard\n  I don't know what, a bitch said I'm a colorist\n  How the fuck, bitch? 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Druski? Coulda? Yeah\nYou catch my drift? Yeah, uh, uh, uh\n\nGet me in that room, I'm playin' stupid like I'm Woody, uh (damn)\nDraco, it's a fully, we drop down like we some bullets\nI been in that field too many years, I ain't no rookie\nI been in that field, I'm the boss man, uh (yeah)\nShoot you in your jaw, fuck up your teeth (yeah, yeah)\nNow you can't talk again (uh)\n5.56 hit his kneecap, now he can't walk again (yeah, yeah)\n\nAll they finna say, hm, \"Shouldn't have spoke on him,\" huh\nSpeak on two or three 'nem, hop out deeper than the deep end\nI stay out the way, but speak on gang, then we creepin' (damn, damn)\nI pulled up with this 223 (yeah, uh) it hit your-\n\nYeah\nOne take, bitch, that's on the whole L\nFree Three, free Steve, on God, bitch\nMan, uh, yeah, huh, yeah, huh\nPfft, yeah (light this up)\n\nYeah, leave the rest to me, you know I'ma crush it\nI've been more street than Sesame\nLike Elmo, how I chew my muffin\nSince elementary, I knew I was finna kill these suckers\nFuck the judge, gonna hit lil' Soda with an elbow and it wasn't funny\n\nTrappin' turn to tricks, run like a rabbit to that money\nBlacker than a bitch, I'm quick to tackle me a bunny\nThe Spanish soda cracka mixed with yellow honey mustard\nI don't know what, a bitch said I'm a colorist\nHow the fuck, bitch? 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Druski? Coulda? Yeah\n  You catch my drift? 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Druski? Coulda? Yeah\nYou catch my drift? Yeah, uh, uh, uh\n\nGet me in that room, I'm playin' stupid like I'm Woody, uh (damn)\nDraco, it's a fully, we drop down like we some bullets\nI been in that field too many years, I ain't no rookie\nI been in that field, I'm the boss man, uh (yeah)\nShoot you in your jaw, fuck up your teeth (yeah, yeah)\nNow you can't talk again (uh)\n5.56 hit his kneecap, now he can't walk again (yeah, yeah)\n\nAll they finna say, hm, \"Shouldn't have spoke on him,\" huh\nSpeak on two or three 'nem, hop out deeper than the deep end\nI stay out the way, but speak on gang, then we creepin' (damn, damn)\nI pulled up with this 223 (yeah, uh) it hit your-\n\nYeah\nOne take, bitch, that's on the whole L\nFree Three, free Steve, on God, bitch\nMan, uh, yeah, huh, yeah, huh\nPfft, yeah (light this up)\n\nYeah, leave the rest to me, you know I'ma crush it\nI've been more street than Sesame\nLike Elmo, how I chew my muffin\nSince elementary, I knew I was finna kill these suckers\nFuck the judge, gonna hit lil' Soda with an elbow and it wasn't funny\n\nTrappin' turn to tricks, run like a rabbit to that money\nBlacker than a bitch, I'm quick to tackle me a bunny\nThe Spanish soda cracka mixed with yellow honey mustard\nI don't know what, a bitch said I'm a colorist\nHow the fuck, bitch? 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Druski? Coulda? Yeah\nYou catch my drift? Yeah, uh, uh, uh\n\nGet me in that room, I'm playin' stupid like I'm Woody, uh (damn)\nDraco, it's a fully, we drop down like we some bullets\nI been in that field too many years, I ain't no rookie\nI been in that field, I'm the boss man, uh (yeah)\nShoot you in your jaw, fuck up your teeth (yeah, yeah)\nNow you can't talk again (uh)\n5.56 hit his kneecap, now he can't walk again (yeah, yeah)\n\nAll they finna say, hm, \"Shouldn't have spoke on him,\" huh\nSpeak on two or three 'nem, hop out deeper than the deep end\nI stay out the way, but speak on gang, then we creepin' (damn, damn)\nI pulled up with this 223 (yeah, uh) it hit your-\n\nYeah\nOne take, bitch, that's on the whole L\nFree Three, free Steve, on God, bitch\nMan, uh, yeah, huh, yeah, huh\nPfft, yeah (light this up)\n\nYeah, leave the rest to me, you know I'ma crush it\nI've been more street than Sesame\nLike Elmo, how I chew my muffin\nSince elementary, I knew I was finna kill these suckers\nFuck the judge, gonna hit lil' Soda with an elbow and it wasn't funny\n\nTrappin' turn to tricks, run like a rabbit to that money\nBlacker than a bitch, I'm quick to tackle me a bunny\nThe Spanish soda cracka mixed with yellow honey mustard\nI don't know what, a bitch said I'm a colorist\nHow the fuck, bitch? 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Druski? Coulda? Yeah\nYou catch my drift? Yeah, uh, uh, uh\n\nGet me in that room, I'm playin' stupid like I'm Woody, uh (damn)\nDraco, it's a fully, we drop down like we some bullets\nI been in that field too many years, I ain't no rookie\nI been in that field, I'm the boss man, uh (yeah)\nShoot you in your jaw, fuck up your teeth (yeah, yeah)\nNow you can't talk again (uh)\n5.56 hit his kneecap, now he can't walk again (yeah, yeah)\n\nAll they finna say, hm, \"Shouldn't have spoke on him,\" huh\nSpeak on two or three 'nem, hop out deeper than the deep end\nI stay out the way, but speak on gang, then we creepin' (damn, damn)\nI pulled up with this 223 (yeah, uh) it hit your-\n\nYeah\nOne take, bitch, that's on the whole L\nFree Three, free Steve, on God, bitch\nMan, uh, yeah, huh, yeah, huh\nPfft, yeah (light this up)\n\nYeah, leave the rest to me, you know I'ma crush it\nI've been more street than Sesame\nLike Elmo, how I chew my muffin\nSince elementary, I knew I was finna kill these suckers\nFuck the judge, gonna hit lil' Soda with an elbow and it wasn't funny\n\nTrappin' turn to tricks, run like a rabbit to that money\nBlacker than a bitch, I'm quick to tackle me a bunny\nThe Spanish soda cracka mixed with yellow honey mustard\nI don't know what, a bitch said I'm a colorist\nHow the fuck, bitch? 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Druski? Coulda? Yeah\nYou catch my drift? Yeah, uh, huh, huh\n\nGet me in that room, I'm playin' stupid like I'm Woody, huh (damn)\nDraco, it's a fully (damn), we drop down like we some bullets\nI been in that field too many years, I ain't no rookie\nI been in that field (pfft, pfft), I'm the boss man, huh (yeah)\nShoot you in your jaw, fuck up your teeth (yeah, yeah)\nNow you can't talk again (huh)\n5.56 hit his kneecap, now he can't walk again (yeah, yeah)\n\nAll they finna say, hm, \"Shouldn't have spoke on him,\" huh\nSpeak on two or three 'nem, hop out deeper than the deep end\nI stay out the way, but speak on gang, then we creepin' (damn, damn)\nI pulled up with this .223 (yeah, uh), it hit your-\n\nYeah\nOne take, bitch, that's on the whole L\nFree Three, free Steve, on God, bitch\nMan, uh, yeah, huh, yeah, huh\nPfft, yeah (light this up)\n\nYeah, leave the rest to me, you know I'ma crush it\nI've been more street than Sesame\nLike Elmo, how I chew my muffin\nSince elementary, I knew I was finna kill these suckers\nFuck the judge, gonna hit lil' Soda with an elbow and it wasn't funny\n\nTrappin' turn to tricks, run like a rabbit to that money\nBlacker than a bitch, I'm quick to tackle me a bunny\nThe Spanish soda cracka mixed with yellow honey mustard\nI don't know what, a bitch said I'm a colorist\nHow the fuck, bitch? 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Druski? Coulda? Yeah\nYou catch my drift? Yeah, uh, huh, huh\n\nGet me in that room, I'm playin' stupid like I'm Woody, huh (damn)\nDraco, it's a fully (damn), we drop down like we some bullets\nI been in that field too many years, I ain't no rookie\nI been in that field (pfft, pfft), I'm the boss man, huh (yeah)\nShoot you in your jaw, fuck up your teeth (yeah, yeah)\nNow you can't talk again (huh)\n5.56 hit his kneecap, now he can't walk again (yeah, yeah)\n\nAll they finna say, hm, \"Shouldn't have spoke on him,\" huh\nSpeak on two or three 'nem, hop out deeper than the deep end\nI stay out the way, but speak on gang, then we creepin' (damn, damn)\nI pulled up with this .223 (yeah, uh), it hit your-\n\nYeah\nOne take, bitch, that's on the whole L\nFree Three, free Steve, on God, bitch\nMan, uh, yeah, huh, yeah, huh\nPfft, yeah (light this up)\n\nYeah, leave the rest to me, you know I'ma crush it\nI've been more street than Sesame\nLike Elmo, how I chew my muffin\nSince elementary, I knew I was finna kill these suckers\nFuck the judge, gonna hit lil' Soda with an elbow and it wasn't funny\n\nTrappin' turn to tricks, run like a rabbit to that money\nBlacker than a bitch, I'm quick to tackle me a bunny\nThe Spanish soda cracka mixed with yellow honey mustard\nI don't know what, a bitch said I'm a colorist\nHow the fuck, bitch? 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Druski? Coulda? Yeah\n  You catch my drift? 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Yeah, uh, huh, huh\n\n  Get me in that room, I'm playin' stupid like I'm Woody, huh (damn)\n  Draco, it's a fully (damn), we drop down like we some bullets\n  I been in that field too many years, I ain't no rookie\n  I been in that field (pfft, pfft), I'm the boss man, huh (yeah)\n  Shoot you in your jaw, fuck up your teeth (yeah, yeah)\n  Now you can't talk again (huh)\n  5.56 hit his kneecap, now he can't walk again (yeah, yeah)\n\n  All they finna say, hm, \"Shouldn't have spoke on him,\" huh\n  Speak on two or three 'nem, hop out deeper than the deep end\n  I stay out the way, but speak on gang, then we creepin' (damn, damn)\n  I pulled up with this .223 (yeah, uh), it hit your-\n\n  Yeah\n  One take, bitch, that's on the whole L\n  Free Three, free Steve, on God, bitch\n  Man, uh, yeah, huh, yeah, huh\n  Pfft, yeah (light this up)\n\n  Yeah, leave the rest to me, you know I'ma crush it\n  I've been more street than Sesame\n  Like Elmo, how I chew my muffin\n  Since elementary, I knew I was finna kill these suckers\n  Fuck the judge, gonna hit lil' Soda with an elbow and it wasn't funny\n\n  Trappin' turn to tricks, run like a rabbit to that money\n  Blacker than a bitch, I'm quick to tackle me a bunny\n  The Spanish soda cracka mixed with yellow honey mustard\n  I don't know what, a bitch said I'm a colorist\n  How the fuck, bitch? 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Yeah, uh, uh, uh\n\nGet me in that room, I'm playin' stupid like I'm Woody, uh (damn)\nDraco, it's a fully, we drop down like we some bullets\nI been in that field too many years, I ain't no rookie\nI been in that field, I'm the boss man, uh (yeah)\nShoot you in your jaw, fuck up your teeth (yeah, yeah)\nNow you can't talk again (uh)\n5.56 hit his kneecap, now he can't walk again (yeah, yeah)\n\nAll they finna say, hm, \"Shouldn't have spoke on him,\" huh\nSpeak on two or three 'nem, hop out deeper than the deep end\nI stay out the way, but speak on gang, then we creepin' (damn, damn)\nI pulled up with this 223 (yeah, uh) it hit your-\n\nYeah\nOne take, bitch, that's on the whole L\nFree Three, free Steve, on God, bitch\nMan, uh, yeah, huh, yeah, huh\nPfft, yeah (light this up)\n\nYeah, leave the rest to me, you know I'ma crush it\nI've been more street than Sesame\nLike Elmo, how I chew my muffin\nSince elementary, I knew I was finna kill these suckers\nFuck the judge, gonna hit lil' Soda with an elbow and it wasn't funny\n\nTrappin' turn to tricks, run like a rabbit to that money\nBlacker than a bitch, I'm quick to tackle me a bunny\nThe Spanish soda cracka mixed with yellow honey mustard\nI don't know what, a bitch said I'm a colorist\nHow the fuck, bitch? 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Druski? Coulda? Yeah\n  You catch my drift? Yeah, uh, uh, uh\n\n  Get me in that room, I'm playin' stupid like I'm Woody, uh (damn)\n  Draco, it's a fully, we drop down like we some bullets\n  I been in that field too many years, I ain't no rookie\n  I been in that field, I'm the boss man, uh (yeah)\n  Shoot you in your jaw, fuck up your teeth (yeah, yeah)\n  Now you can't talk again (uh)\n  5.56 hit his kneecap, now he can't walk again (yeah, yeah)\n\n  All they finna say, hm, \"Shouldn't have spoke on him,\" huh\n  Speak on two or three 'nem, hop out deeper than the deep end\n  I stay out the way, but speak on gang, then we creepin' (damn, damn)\n  I pulled up with this 223 (yeah, uh) it hit your-\n\n  Yeah\n  One take, bitch, that's on the whole L\n  Free Three, free Steve, on God, bitch\n  Man, uh, yeah, huh, yeah, huh\n  Pfft, yeah (light this up)\n\n  Yeah, leave the rest to me, you know I'ma crush it\n  I've been more street than Sesame\n  Like Elmo, how I chew my muffin\n  Since elementary, I knew I was finna kill these suckers\n  Fuck the judge, gonna hit lil' Soda with an elbow and it wasn't funny\n\n  Trappin' turn to tricks, run like a rabbit to that money\n  Blacker than a bitch, I'm quick to tackle me a bunny\n  The Spanish soda cracka mixed with yellow honey mustard\n  I don't know what, a bitch said I'm a colorist\n  How the fuck, bitch? 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Druski? Coulda? Yeah\nYou catch my drift? Yeah, uh, uh, uh\n\nGet me in that room, I'm playin' stupid like I'm Woody, uh (damn)\nDraco, it's a fully, we drop down like we some bullets\nI been in that field too many years, I ain't no rookie\nI been in that field, I'm the boss man, uh (yeah)\nShoot you in your jaw, fuck up your teeth (yeah, yeah)\nNow you can't talk again (uh)\n5.56 hit his kneecap, now he can't walk again (yeah, yeah)\n\nAll they finna say, hm, \"Shouldn't have spoke on him,\" huh\nSpeak on two or three 'nem, hop out deeper than the deep end\nI stay out the way, but speak on gang, then we creepin' (damn, damn)\nI pulled up with this 223 (yeah, uh) it hit your-\n\nYeah\nOne take, bitch, that's on the whole L\nFree Three, free Steve, on God, bitch\nMan, uh, yeah, huh, yeah, huh\nPfft, yeah (light this up)\n\nYeah, leave the rest to me, you know I'ma crush it\nI've been more street than Sesame\nLike Elmo, how I chew my muffin\nSince elementary, I knew I was finna kill these suckers\nFuck the judge, gonna hit lil' Soda with an elbow and it wasn't funny\n\nTrappin' turn to tricks, run like a rabbit to that money\nBlacker than a bitch, I'm quick to tackle me a bunny\nThe Spanish soda cracka mixed with yellow honey mustard\nI don't know what, a bitch said I'm a colorist\nHow the fuck, bitch? 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Druski? Coulda? Yeah\n[01:54.27] You catch my drift? Yeah, uh, uh, uh\n[01:56.22] Get me in that room, I'm playin' stupid like I'm Woody, uh (damn)\n[01:59.23] Draco, it's a fully, we drop down like we some bullets\n[02:02.03] I been in that field too many years, I ain't no rookie\n[02:04.98] I been in that field, I'm the boss man, uh (yeah)\n[02:08.25] Shoot you in your jaw, fuck up your teeth (yeah, yeah)\n[02:10.20] Now you can't talk again (uh)\n[02:11.34] 5.56 hit his kneecap, now he can't walk again (yeah, yeah)\n[02:14.29] All they finna say, hm, \"Shouldn't have spoke on him,\" huh\n[02:17.07] Speak on two or three 'nem, hop out deeper than the deep end\n[02:20.08] I stay out the way, but speak on gang, then we creepin' (damn, damn)\n[02:23.28] I pulled up with this 223 (yeah, uh) it hit your-\n[02:26.10] Yeah\n[02:27.33] One take, bitch, that's on the whole L\n[02:29.87] Free Three, free Steve, on God, bitch\n[02:32.96] Man, uh, yeah, huh, yeah, huh\n[02:36.46] Pfft, yeah (light this up)\n[02:38.71] Yeah, leave the rest to me, you know I'ma crush it\n[02:40.74] I've been more street than Sesame\n[02:42.02] Like Elmo, how I chew my muffin\n[02:43.97] Since elementary, I knew I was finna kill these suckers\n[02:46.91] Fuck the judge, gonna hit lil' Soda with an elbow and it wasn't funny\n[02:50.35] Trappin' turn to tricks, run like a rabbit to that money\n[02:53.18] Blacker than a bitch, I'm quick to tackle me a bunny\n[02:56.03] The Spanish soda cracka mixed with yellow honey mustard\n[02:58.89] I don't know what, a bitch said I'm a colorist\n[03:00.55] How the fuck, bitch? 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Druski? Coulda? Yeah\n  You catch my drift? Yeah, uh, uh, uh\n\n  Get me in that room, I'm playin' stupid like I'm Woody, uh (damn)\n  Draco, it's a fully, we drop down like we some bullets\n  I been in that field too many years, I ain't no rookie\n  I been in that field, I'm the boss man, uh (yeah)\n  Shoot you in your jaw, fuck up your teeth (yeah, yeah)\n  Now you can't talk again (uh)\n  5.56 hit his kneecap, now he can't walk again (yeah, yeah)\n\n  All they finna say, hm, \"Shouldn't have spoke on him,\" huh\n  Speak on two or three 'nem, hop out deeper than the deep end\n  I stay out the way, but speak on gang, then we creepin' (damn, damn)\n  I pulled up with this 223 (yeah, uh) it hit your-\n\n  Yeah\n  One take, bitch, that's on the whole L\n  Free Three, free Steve, on God, bitch\n  Man, uh, yeah, huh, yeah, huh\n  Pfft, yeah (light this up)\n\n  Yeah, leave the rest to me, you know I'ma crush it\n  I've been more street than Sesame\n  Like Elmo, how I chew my muffin\n  Since elementary, I knew I was finna kill these suckers\n  Fuck the judge, gonna hit lil' Soda with an elbow and it wasn't funny\n\n  Trappin' turn to tricks, run like a rabbit to that money\n  Blacker than a bitch, I'm quick to tackle me a bunny\n  The Spanish soda cracka mixed with yellow honey mustard\n  I don't know what, a bitch said I'm a colorist\n  How the fuck, bitch? 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Druski? Coulda? Yeah\nYou catch my drift? Yeah, uh, uh, uh\n\nGet me in that room, I'm playin' stupid like I'm Woody, uh (damn)\nDraco, it's a fully, we drop down like we some bullets\nI been in that field too many years, I ain't no rookie\nI been in that field, I'm the boss man, uh (yeah)\nShoot you in your jaw, fuck up your teeth (yeah, yeah)\nNow you can't talk again (uh)\n5.56 hit his kneecap, now he can't walk again (yeah, yeah)\n\nAll they finna say, hm, \"Shouldn't have spoke on him,\" huh\nSpeak on two or three 'nem, hop out deeper than the deep end\nI stay out the way, but speak on gang, then we creepin' (damn, damn)\nI pulled up with this 223 (yeah, uh) it hit your-\n\nYeah\nOne take, bitch, that's on the whole L\nFree Three, free Steve, on God, bitch\nMan, uh, yeah, huh, yeah, huh\nPfft, yeah (light this up)\n\nYeah, leave the rest to me, you know I'ma crush it\nI've been more street than Sesame\nLike Elmo, how I chew my muffin\nSince elementary, I knew I was finna kill these suckers\nFuck the judge, gonna hit lil' Soda with an elbow and it wasn't funny\n\nTrappin' turn to tricks, run like a rabbit to that money\nBlacker than a bitch, I'm quick to tackle me a bunny\nThe Spanish soda cracka mixed with yellow honey mustard\nI don't know what, a bitch said I'm a colorist\nHow the fuck, bitch? 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Druski? Coulda? Yeah\n[01:54.56] You catch my drift? 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Yeah, uh, uh, uh\n\nGet me in that room, I'm playin' stupid like I'm Woody, uh (damn)\nDraco, it's a fully, we drop down like we some bullets\nI been in that field too many years, I ain't no rookie\nI been in that field, I'm the boss man, uh (yeah)\nShoot you in your jaw, fuck up your teeth (yeah, yeah)\nNow you can't talk again (uh)\n5.56 hit his kneecap, now he can't walk again (yeah, yeah)\n\nAll they finna say, hm, \"Shouldn't have spoke on him,\" huh\nSpeak on two or three 'nem, hop out deeper than the deep end\nI stay out the way, but speak on gang, then we creepin' (damn, damn)\nI pulled up with this 223 (yeah, uh) it hit your-\n\nYeah\nOne take, bitch, that's on the whole L\nFree Three, free Steve, on God, bitch\nMan, uh, yeah, huh, yeah, huh\nPfft, yeah (light this up)\n\nYeah, leave the rest to me, you know I'ma crush it\nI've been more street than Sesame\nLike Elmo, how I chew my muffin\nSince elementary, I knew I was finna kill these suckers\nFuck the judge, gonna hit lil' Soda with an elbow and it wasn't funny\n\nTrappin' turn to tricks, run like a rabbit to that money\nBlacker than a bitch, I'm quick to tackle me a bunny\nThe Spanish soda cracka mixed with yellow honey mustard\nI don't know what, a bitch said I'm a colorist\nHow the fuck, bitch? 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Druski? Coulda? Yeah\n[01:54.27] You catch my drift? 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Druski? Coulda? Yeah\n  You catch my drift? 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Druski? Coulda? Yeah\nYou catch my drift? Yeah, uh, uh, uh\n\nGet me in that room, I'm playin' stupid like I'm Woody, uh (damn)\nDraco, it's a fully, we drop down like we some bullets\nI been in that field too many years, I ain't no rookie\nI been in that field, I'm the boss man, uh (yeah)\nShoot you in your jaw, fuck up your teeth (yeah, yeah)\nNow you can't talk again (uh)\n5.56 hit his kneecap, now he can't walk again (yeah, yeah)\n\nAll they finna say, hm, \"Shouldn't have spoke on him,\" huh\nSpeak on two or three 'nem, hop out deeper than the deep end\nI stay out the way, but speak on gang, then we creepin' (damn, damn)\nI pulled up with this 223 (yeah, uh) it hit your-\n\nYeah\nOne take, bitch, that's on the whole L\nFree Three, free Steve, on God, bitch\nMan, uh, yeah, huh, yeah, huh\nPfft, yeah (light this up)\n\nYeah, leave the rest to me, you know I'ma crush it\nI've been more street than Sesame\nLike Elmo, how I chew my muffin\nSince elementary, I knew I was finna kill these suckers\nFuck the judge, gonna hit lil' Soda with an elbow and it wasn't funny\n\nTrappin' turn to tricks, run like a rabbit to that money\nBlacker than a bitch, I'm quick to tackle me a bunny\nThe Spanish soda cracka mixed with yellow honey mustard\nI don't know what, a bitch said I'm a colorist\nHow the fuck, bitch? 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Druski? Coulda? Yeah\n[01:54.27] You catch my drift? 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Druski? Coulda? Yeah\n  You catch my drift? Yeah, uh, uh, uh\n\n  Get me in that room, I'm playin' stupid like I'm Woody, uh (damn)\n  Draco, it's a fully, we drop down like we some bullets\n  I been in that field too many years, I ain't no rookie\n  I been in that field, I'm the boss man, uh (yeah)\n  Shoot you in your jaw, fuck up your teeth (yeah, yeah)\n  Now you can't talk again (uh)\n  5.56 hit his kneecap, now he can't walk again (yeah, yeah)\n\n  All they finna say, hm, \"Shouldn't have spoke on him,\" huh\n  Speak on two or three 'nem, hop out deeper than the deep end\n  I stay out the way, but speak on gang, then we creepin' (damn, damn)\n  I pulled up with this 223 (yeah, uh) it hit your-\n\n  Yeah\n  One take, bitch, that's on the whole L\n  Free Three, free Steve, on God, bitch\n  Man, uh, yeah, huh, yeah, huh\n  Pfft, yeah (light this up)\n\n  Yeah, leave the rest to me, you know I'ma crush it\n  I've been more street than Sesame\n  Like Elmo, how I chew my muffin\n  Since elementary, I knew I was finna kill these suckers\n  Fuck the judge, gonna hit lil' Soda with an elbow and it wasn't funny\n\n  Trappin' turn to tricks, run like a rabbit to that money\n  Blacker than a bitch, I'm quick to tackle me a bunny\n  The Spanish soda cracka mixed with yellow honey mustard\n  I don't know what, a bitch said I'm a colorist\n  How the fuck, bitch? 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Yeah, uh, uh, uh\n\nGet me in that room, I'm playin' stupid like I'm Woody, uh (damn)\nDraco, it's a fully, we drop down like we some bullets\nI been in that field too many years, I ain't no rookie\nI been in that field, I'm the boss man, uh (yeah)\nShoot you in your jaw, fuck up your teeth (yeah, yeah)\nNow you can't talk again (uh)\n5.56 hit his kneecap, now he can't walk again (yeah, yeah)\n\nAll they finna say, hm, \"Shouldn't have spoke on him,\" huh\nSpeak on two or three 'nem, hop out deeper than the deep end\nI stay out the way, but speak on gang, then we creepin' (damn, damn)\nI pulled up with this 223 (yeah, uh) it hit your-\n\nYeah\nOne take, bitch, that's on the whole L\nFree Three, free Steve, on God, bitch\nMan, uh, yeah, huh, yeah, huh\nPfft, yeah (light this up)\n\nYeah, leave the rest to me, you know I'ma crush it\nI've been more street than Sesame\nLike Elmo, how I chew my muffin\nSince elementary, I knew I was finna kill these suckers\nFuck the judge, gonna hit lil' Soda with an elbow and it wasn't funny\n\nTrappin' turn to tricks, run like a rabbit to that money\nBlacker than a bitch, I'm quick to tackle me a bunny\nThe Spanish soda cracka mixed with yellow honey mustard\nI don't know what, a bitch said I'm a colorist\nHow the fuck, bitch? I don't love my mother?\n\nI admit I said a lot of dumb-ass shit when I was a youngin\nI ain't used to get down with brown bitches, but now I love her\nWhat you think, we changing 19 to 1800?\nAnd then you grow some dreads and dye 'em red, you look like Chucky\n\nNigga, fuck that, all that partner shit don't mean nothin'\nFuck that love crap, all my partners owe me money\nWhere the drugs at? I'm tryna tweak\nI don't need no company (damn, damn)\nI'm a rugrat, I keep a Tommy on me, buddy\nTurn a nigga mummy, every of my birthdays rainy now\n\nYeah, Z god, Zeus, thunder, lightning, thunder\nZa, OVO function\nI'm serious like SM, but I don't pay the radio\nLike, Sirius, like SM, satellite","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.37] (Mobleyyy)\n[00:01.02] (Damn, damn)\n[00:12.19] Run that back\n[00:17.35] D-da-da- (one more time, one more time)\n[00:25.21] Uh, uh, cracker got an AR like he shootin' schools up\n[00:29.03] Yellow wide-body, Hellcat look like a school bus\n[00:32.02] Dove up in that water, huh, I ain't had no scuba\n[00:35.47] Glock on my lap, up and blow like a tuba\n[00:38.19] You just a hatin' bitch, I don't give two fucks\n[00:41.20] You just like to talk a lot, you ain't finna do nothin'\n[00:44.29] They just like to pocket watch, so I got some zippers for 'em (damn, damn)\n[00:47.13] I got P's and zippers for 'em\n[00:48.44] What they need? I get it for 'em\n[00:50.38] Dope loud, it's annoyin', bitch, you can't ignore it\n[00:52.26] On that porch, ride 'til early mornin', tryna get it off\n[00:55.54] We get cheese like asiago, pockets, they on double portion\n[00:59.10] Bitch, I'm poppin' like some bubbles blowin'\n[01:02.39] Uh, yeah, uh-uh\n[01:03.63] Cuh said he ready, I'm already goin', uh (I'm already goin')\n[01:06.39] Glock got a red dick like a dog do, uh\n[01:09.45] She won't play with my team (damn, damn)\n[01:12.43] She might just dog you, hm (she might just dog you)\n[01:13.32] Lam' white like ice cream, seats look like fondue (seats look like fondue)\n[01:15.52] Your bitch say she like me, I'm high as a kite be (high as a kite be)\n[01:18.59] Need some bad lil' red shit, somethin' like a Hi-C (somethin' like a Hi-C)\n[01:21.58] Bitch, I'm right with 23\n[01:23.36] Feelin' somethin' like Mike be (somethin' like Mike be)\n[01:24.65] Chopper talk that Bow Wow\n[01:26.31] Feelin' somethin' like Mike be (somethin' like Mike be)\n[01:27.76] F-, mm, yeah, uh, uh (somethin' like Mike be)\n[01:30.50] Somethin' like LeBron with the Cavs, made a light C (uh-uh)\n[01:33.39] I'm already white, ho (damn, damn), I don't need no white bitch (uh-uh)\n[01:36.56] I'm already white, bitch, I don't need no white ho\n[01:39.49] We got brown, tan, purp', green, teal, and white dope (yeah)\n[01:42.54] We got dog food, syrup, gas, yeah, booger sugar\n[01:45.68] Drew down with a black ski, now that boy a coulda-shoulda\n[01:49.42] Uh, drew down with that, huh, yeah, that black ski, he a coulda-shoulda\n[01:52.56] You feel me? Druski? Coulda? Yeah\n[01:54.56] You catch my drift? Yeah, uh, uh, uh\n[01:56.62] Get me in that room, I'm playin' stupid like I'm Woody, uh (damn)\n[01:58.76] Draco, it's a fully, we drop down like we some bullets\n[02:01.56] I been in that field too many years, I ain't no rookie\n[02:04.94] I been in that field, I'm the boss man, uh (yeah)\n[02:07.98] Shoot you in your jaw, fuck up your teeth (yeah, yeah)\n[02:10.94] Now you can't talk again (uh)\n[02:11.79] 5.56 hit his kneecap, now he can't walk again (yeah, yeah)\n[02:14.53] All they finna say, hm, \"Shouldn't have spoke on him,\" huh\n[02:16.95] Speak on two or three 'nem, hop out deeper than the deep end\n[02:19.78] I stay out the way, but speak on gang, then we creepin' (damn, damn)\n[02:22.76] I pulled up with this 223 (yeah, uh) it hit your-\n[02:25.74] Yeah\n[02:27.93] One take, bitch, that's on the whole L\n[02:29.68] Free Three, free Steve, on God, bitch\n[02:32.76] Man, uh, yeah, huh, yeah, huh\n[02:35.46] Pfft, yeah (light this up)\n[02:37.77] Yeah, leave the rest to me, you know I'ma crush it\n[02:40.83] I've been more street than Sesame\n[02:42.01] Like Elmo, how I chew my muffin\n[02:43.81] Since elementary, I knew I was finna kill these suckers\n[02:46.75] Fuck the judge, gonna hit lil' Soda with an elbow and it wasn't funny\n[02:49.76] Trappin' turn to tricks, run like a rabbit to that money\n[02:52.83] Blacker than a bitch, I'm quick to tackle me a bunny\n[02:55.93] The Spanish soda cracka mixed with yellow honey mustard\n[02:58.93] I don't know what, a bitch said I'm a colorist\n[03:00.91] How the fuck, bitch? I don't love my mother?\n[03:01.88] I admit I said a lot of dumb-ass shit when I was a youngin\n[03:04.72] I ain't used to get down with brown bitches, but now I love her\n[03:08.04] What you think, we changing 19 to 1800?\n[03:11.13] And then you grow some dreads and dye 'em red, you look like Chucky\n[03:13.89] Nigga, fuck that, all that partner shit don't mean nothin'\n[03:17.15] Fuck that love crap, all my partners owe me money\n[03:19.99] Where the drugs at? I'm tryna tweak\n[03:22.05] I don't need no company (damn, damn)\n[03:23.09] I'm a rugrat, I keep a Tommy on me, buddy\n[03:26.07] Turn a nigga mummy, every of my birthdays rainy now\n[03:29.08] Yeah, Z god, Zeus, thunder, lightning, thunder\n[03:32.08] Za, OVO function\n[03:34.21] I'm serious like SM, but I don't pay the radio\n[03:38.24] Like, Sirius, like SM, satellite\n[03:41.17] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: One Take Freestyle Remix (feat. 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Druski? Coulda? Yeah\n  You catch my drift? Yeah, uh, uh, uh\n\n  Get me in that room, I'm playin' stupid like I'm Woody, uh (damn)\n  Draco, it's a fully, we drop down like we some bullets\n  I been in that field too many years, I ain't no rookie\n  I been in that field, I'm the boss man, uh (yeah)\n  Shoot you in your jaw, fuck up your teeth (yeah, yeah)\n  Now you can't talk again (uh)\n  5.56 hit his kneecap, now he can't walk again (yeah, yeah)\n\n  All they finna say, hm, \"Shouldn't have spoke on him,\" huh\n  Speak on two or three 'nem, hop out deeper than the deep end\n  I stay out the way, but speak on gang, then we creepin' (damn, damn)\n  I pulled up with this 223 (yeah, uh) it hit your-\n\n  Yeah\n  One take, bitch, that's on the whole L\n  Free Three, free Steve, on God, bitch\n  Man, uh, yeah, huh, yeah, huh\n  Pfft, yeah (light this up)\n\n  Yeah, leave the rest to me, you know I'ma crush it\n  I've been more street than Sesame\n  Like Elmo, how I chew my muffin\n  Since elementary, I knew I was finna kill these suckers\n  Fuck the judge, gonna hit lil' Soda with an elbow and it wasn't funny\n\n  Trappin' turn to tricks, run like a rabbit to that money\n  Blacker than a bitch, I'm quick to tackle me a bunny\n  The Spanish soda cracka mixed with yellow honey mustard\n  I don't know what, a bitch said I'm a colorist\n  How the fuck, bitch? 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