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Of course\n Lil Polo like that man on the horse\n I need a Lambo' or a Porsche\n Tryna run up them M's\n\n Got place to flex on these niggas like I'm liftin' weights at the gym\n I hang with some killers\n Few lil' savages with me, my shooters don't aim at the rim\n He tough with his chest out, we pull them TEC's out\n Blast 'til we knock off a limb\n Have him runnin' up out of his Timbs\n Niggas know we be wettin' shit\n If you walk with the opps then I hope you can swim\n"}]