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This shit contagious doing dope and its killing me
Even though I know I hit the snow is you feeling me
I’m looking good twenty-three's on that flipping paint
Them twelve golds in my mouth making these bitches faint

Now can’t a nigga see I ain’t got no time for games
I’m on this Hennessey and I’m quick to shoot dat thang
But fuck dat one of my young niggas’ll take the charge
I’m stacking loot muthafuck looking
Behind some bars

Behind some bars
Behind some bars

Going through a thang but I gotta snap back
Give it all to God it’s the pistol, put the crack back
Stayin on my job dealin wit hatas wit a jab slap
Dealin wit this mob police watchin studio phone tapped

You best believe that I could see ya from a mile away
Thought that my girl was down sleepin wit tha enemy
Tha streets arе dangerous I could be dead anyday
That’s why I’m ridin wit my dog smokin plеnty hay