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Boy, keep your head up\nFucking on another nigga ho because she fed up\nI ran out of Wock', 'bout to pour this red up\nHe say I'm an opp, why the fuck he ain't said nothin'?\nBaby girl, call me back when I get my dreads a new retwist\nI trap shit like Three 6\nWe the mafia, bitch, 808, yeah, mafia\n\nYeah, you pop shit, but you ain't pop enough\nThese niggas old and popped\nCan't tell you if I sold my soul or not, I forgot\nEverybody tough and gangster 'til they get shot\nOne for the money, two for these thots\nThree for these drugs, I'm havin' a lot\nIf a nigga mug, I'ma up my Gen-5\nI'm fried, I'm not tired, I would've died if I lied\n\nPut racks on, put the racks on that\nPut a bag on it, put a tax on that\nCamo flag, huh, gang shit\nHow you mourn? 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Boy, keep your head up\n[01:57.69] Fucking on another nigga ho because she fed up\n[02:01.17] I ran out of Wock', 'bout to pour this red up\n[02:04.59] He say I'm an opp, why the fuck he ain't said nothin'?\n[02:07.69] Baby girl, call me back when I get my dreads a new retwist\n[02:10.81] I trap shit like Three 6\n[02:12.44] We the mafia, bitch, 808, yeah, mafia\n[02:14.88] Yeah, you pop shit, but you ain't pop enough\n[02:16.46] These niggas old and popped\n[02:18.06] Can't tell you if I sold my soul or not, I forgot\n[02:21.31] Everybody tough and gangster 'til they get shot\n[02:24.55] One for the money, two for these thots\n[02:27.72] Three for these drugs, I'm havin' a lot\n[02:30.88] If a nigga mug, I'ma up my Gen-5\n[02:34.12] I'm fried, I'm not tired, I would've died if I lied\n[02:37.15] Put racks on, put the racks on that\n[02:40.29] Put a bag on it, put a tax on that\n[02:43.43] Camo flag, huh, gang shit\n[02:46.70] How you mourn? 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