made this here with all the ice on in the booth
At the gate outside, when they pull up, they get me looseYeah, Jump Out boys, that's Nike boys, hop in our coupesThis shit way too big, when we pull up gimme the loot (gimme the loot!)Was off the Remy, had a PapooseHad to hit my old town to duck the newsTwo-four hour lockdown, we made no movesNow it's 4:00 a.m. and I'm back up popping with the crewI just landed in, Chase B mixes pop like Jamba JuiceDifferent colored chains, think my jeweler really selling fruitsAnd they choking, man, know the crackers wish it was a nooseThis shit way too formal, ya'll know I don't follow suitStacey Dash, most of these girls ain't got a clueAll of these hoes I made off records I producedI might take all my exes and put 'em all in a groupHit my eses, I need the bootch'Bout to turn this function to BonnarooTold her, "Hop in, you coming too"
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