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Two-door coupe, hoppin' out like Jack-in-the-Box, nigga I'm gon' shoot if this thirty's all that I got, nigga Time's up Got my coins up, my bars up, soon we find 'em We gon' slide 'em, we lined 'em, straight reclined 'em Pistol grip, I got all kinds of, I'm not your driver Shot gon' hit him, he won't answer, I'm blowin' ganja So much work, they call me old school, I remind you That bitch you think you got is not you, where you find her? She a kickstand, a big fan, I get behind her Then I slid it in, I win, I win, ayy I mean that's bitch shit Faking like you got it in your pockets, yeah, that's bitch shit Talking to them hoes, you steady gossip, yeah, that's bitch shit Telling on your mans so you can scram, yeah, that's bitch shit Pull it out and acting like it jam, yeah, that's bitch shit Hating on another nigga come-up, yeah, that's bitch shit Staying in because you know it's summer, yeah, that's bitch shit You a bitch boy, on my mama, uh Okay, let's get it, bitch, let's get it, woo Got a plan, we gon' kill this man The gun won't jam, it's on on sight I might get life, that's on my life The .44 fire, the go, green light To build that price, it filled up nice The god won't die Okay, let's get it, bitch, let's get it, woo See no flaws, in my purest form, bitch, I'm greedy, uh Goyard tags, filled with hella cash, this my gimme bag Singles add, we don't do no class, nigga, nine subtract, ayy Two-door coupe, hoppin' out like Jack-in-the-Box, nigga I'm gon' shoot if this thirty's all that I got, nigga Y'all on mute, ain't no back-talk on my block, nigga Numb numb juice to the head, fuck up the opps, nigga Two-door coupe, hoppin' out like Jack-in-the-Box, nigga I'm gon' shoot if this thirty's all that I got, nigga Y'all on mute, ain't no back-talk on my block, nigga Numb numb juice to the head, fuck up the opps, nigga