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I'm ducking feds and servin heads while i'm...
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I'm ducking feds and serving heads while I'm out of town
I graduated from the streets, don't need no cap and gown
I hit it three for six, flexing like a touchdown
756, OTS, you know we get around
Working to the top, really set to be a winner
Ain't out here sad over hoes, you niggas really tender
If he on the net, talking tough, we put him in a blender
I been out since 10, dumping grits, I'm the biggest vendor
I just hit a chop up off a brick, I feel like Jackie Chan
The way I'm taxing all these fiends, you would think I'm Uncle Sam
It's getting hot up in that kitchen, damn, I need to grab a fan
I'm getting throwed up off this Morty, damn, I might just f*ck her friend
Stacking all these bands, niggas calling me a freemason
I hit him off the scams, now I got him in the streets waiting
Serving all these heads, they lined up, and in streets racing
756, always bending, we ain't doing no faking
Me and Jo been in that kitchen, we the blender bros
Been out since two, dumping grams while I'm stashing pros
Niggas out here snaking, better keep that door closed
Ask the last nigga who played with me, you know I wiped his nose
Finna up my status, really set to be a boss
Got up off my ass and started grinding after that petty loss
Phone steady, jumping back to back, I had to pay that cost
Niggas really broke, still jumping crispy, fresh up out of ross
Bending out the strike with the bros, yeah, we got the morning rush
Swiping hoes left and right, bae, you know it's only us
Only thing I love is my pape, I can't get enough
All that tough talking, on the net, we had to make em hush
Yeah, we had to make em hush
On my baby, aye
I cracked eight before eight, thats just something slight
I gotta keep this blue, I'll never fight
He started creeping through the dark, I made him see that light
And all that faking on the gram, man, I caught his ass on sight
He couldn't f*ck with us, so we put him in the ground
Them niggas not on shit, so we balling out of bounds
We sent his ass up, left his mama with a frown
I got this beam on his nose, he looking like a clown
I'm ducking feds and servin heads while I'm out of town
Graduated from the streets, don't need no cap and gown
I hit a three for six, flexing like a touchdown
756, OTS, you know we get around