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, baller blockin', nigga i don't give a fuck, when it's on, it's on, we got baby, lac and stone, in this bitch, i'm a neighborhood superstar, i'll cook anything from a ki of coke, to a gram of that boyd, niggas scoring glocks, like brand new hot boy reeboks, on my blocks stepping 'em up, with grams and rocks, if anything been scoring from me, it was ten a ki, i let my l'il round hustle, as long as they score for me, look if i pull up on the block, knowing the set was mine, no more hand-to-hand contact, i'm known for supplying, since i opened up this set 'chere, this how it's gon' be, ain't nobody selling shit nigga, unless it's for me, all i know is crack slanging and block hanging, on the corner front the store, doing my thang, these niggas know my game, how i do my thang, water whip i can't do, but whole thangs i slang, now i'ma pay all my foot soldiers, and tell 'em stay focused, and front all the street hustlers, and keeping 'em posted, that white and that blue car, we call 'em the law, and the dirt that my niggas do, is done in the dark, got l'il whodie running water, and we 'bout to cook these quarters, the twenty under the seat, for my son and my daughter, the water hot enough, start cooking these quarters, these niggas want it hard, and i understand, if i pull up dressed in all black, with a boot in my mouth, cause a nigga didn't pay 'lac, and i know that he sold out, put something in my street sweeper, and run in his house, knock a hole up out his pa chest, and a tongue out his ma mouth, a ki stashed up, and i'm gettin' 'em all, i got a stash put up, for the drought in the fall, hot boys vacating the pop, talk can back shit up, the feds call my 'hood a payday, cuz it's packed with nuts, ghetto rich money stashed, in the mansions bruh, i got them kis, ten a ki from fresh and atrice bruh, i know niggas think bad, cause the people ride fast, i got 5 strikes, i'm going out with a blast, cash in your life nigga, when you playing with me, i'll give you work, break ya off ya face b.g. cadillac's the name i run with, so call me seville, push a platinum escalade truck, with 20 inch wheels, now the jag you saw me driving, that's for everyday stuntin', loud pipes, big rims, so you can see when i'm coming, i don't give a fuck nigga, ain't no rules in the streets, you know money come first, the other bullshit weak, i don't wanna hear no stories, about my cheese, you violate nigga, your family gon' grieve, headbuster alva stone, ya heard me dog, and everytime ya heard my name, it was a murder involved, i just rap to clear my name, and smuggle bundles of that raw, always rap so what you lames, suburb and that car, saratoga and i ride, i represent to the fullest, ain't nobody pulling strangs here, unless that i pull it, if a nigga put a hit out, believe that i took it, in the cost bible murders, was oding and bullets, all i know is gun slanging and head banging, too many disrespected, and lived to sang it, drop change like a motherfucker, fuck them niggas, if a nigga outta line, motherfuck that nigga, type of nigga who'll bat a bitch, and then wait on her pa, type of nigga who'll do a snitch, broad day in the park, i'm one of them niggas that don't bring it, still buy up the bulk, like rob deniero, rob banks, and bang out with the law, look here i come from the projects, and the ghetto streets, i'm cooking up whole thangs, 'till they hard like concrete, i fronted the o.g.s, a bag of that olzes, for niggas that don't know, i got something whodie, the same ol' nigga, just a different game, fuck bitches, tote heat, things never gon' change, i'm the number one stunna, nigga, baby's the name, i like cooking crack, and watch how quick it come back, i rock a oyster-faced roley, with the crust out bang, ice cover the wrist whodie, like i sprung my hand, i sport prowlers, whips, with the t.v.s playing, iceberg, prada dick, like here come the man, i'll pull up at washington and six, in a six, i'll slide out quick, bet i could fuck any bitch, i push a lavender porsche carerra, seat sprayed leather, the top goes off and on, to floss with the rainy weather, the seats they ain't customized, they made by ricarro, a ruby red cf5, i'll cop by tomorrow, for catching me on the interstate drunk, running the law, with a bitch in my lap, tasting my balls, i don't like when they too much, act like they stuck up, leave atrice nut up, i'll bat that bitch up, the king of the nolia, i crowd both the wrists, lock down slanging towns, took the top off the six, in the club i be thugged, with ten topless chicks, t-shirt, girbauds, reeboks, in it, killa, ain't no stopping it, off top, can't pop this bitch, you know what i'm saying, baller blockin' you understand, new edition of cash money, some real hot boys, believe it whodie