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Bout to run up the credit, got my phone lit, i can hear the stripper
we gon break it down
Tickets on my phone line, rollin up a blunt Gibbs, they was soft as tissue
Them niggas basic, tickets on my phone line, fuckin up the town
Rolled up with so many choppas lookin like a militia, i bet you ll love me long time, got my phone lit
Fuckin up the town, got my phone lit
Tickets on my phone line, got my phone lit
I bet you ll love me long time, middle finger to em one time Lit, got my phone lit
Got my phone lit, got my phone lit, middle finger to the one time
Ain t no snitches, i swear my niggas would do bids to spot a nigga dead, got my phone lit
I can get you ahead, we gon break it down
Heads or tails, cause when you was out of the country you, once i put it down
Streets ll never forget you, your nigga trippin
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Tickets on my phone line, got my phone lit
i done touched down
i bet you ll love me long time
i profit on opposition
I put that there on my mama, type of bitch that makes average niggas change up their livin
got my phone lit
Streets ll never forget you, got my phone lit Gibbs, tickets on my phone line