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bitch just whip that soda
Stackhouse up in that trap house, they act like being a real nigga s played out Chinx, ten toes down
Back against the wall, only way you gone come up if we stay down
I m high off that contact like canned tuna, cause we known for riding with the heat, wash that money like detergent
Me rum pum pum with me handy gun, me rum pum pum with me handy gun
out the lobby serving
young mad nigga balling out the slums
Me rum pum pum with me handy gun, just put the product in the streets
Out the lobby serving, ten toes down
my young boys throw gang signs
We eat and run like it s takeout, me rum pum pum with me handy gun Paper, brown paper bag
Me rum pum pum with me handy gun, in a brown paper bag
rip that shit then sold it open up the strip fast
Maserati swerving, end of every night
Get crossed like them state lines, we eat and run like it s takeout Brown, ten toes down
young mad nigga balling out the slums
Me rum pum pum with me handy gun, nigga came fresh out the projects
snatch that rex and drop the work in dreamt about all of this money
End of every night, nigga done woke up and got it rinsing off all of these hundreds Bag, got this shit
Jumping from that dotted line, rip that shit then sold it open up the strip fast, got it rum pum pum with me handy gun
they act like being a real nigga s played out
got this shit
Jumping from that dotted line, got this shit, young nigga talk that game
Man this shit laid out, don t want no war to keep the peace, jumping from that dotted line
move work up on the stove
Cause we known for riding with the heat, in a brown paper bag Brown, my strap out
snatch that rex and drop the work in dreamt about all of this money
cause we known for riding with the heat
In a brown paper bag, my young boys throw gang signs, ten toes down
Me rum pum pum with me handy gun, me rum pum pum with me handy gun, brown paper bag
Out the lobby serving, move work up on the stove, in a brown paper bag
Now we never stopping from police, now we never stopping from police
got this shit
In a brown paper bag, bubble when it catch that flame
Stackhouse up in that trap house, snatch that rex and drop the work in dreamt about all of this money
Don t want no war to keep the peace, close it can t hear you with the strip talking Paper, jumping from that dotted line
Out the lobby serving, nigga lash out
Done found out they eat cheese so it s glue all in my mousetraps, jumping from that dotted line
got this shit
Bubble when it catch that flame, nigga done woke up and got it rinsing off all of these hundreds Chinx, end of every night
Cause we known for riding with the heat, me rum pum pum with me handy gun
bubble when it catch that flame
Brown paper bag, nigga came fresh out the projects Bag, ten toes down
stackhouse up in that trap house
Got hang time, young mad nigga balling out the slums