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[Intro]
(ARP Jody)
(Seal Team 6)
(Free all the Seals)
(Lets... man)

[Chorus]
High as hell on the drank, feel like I can fly
Feds get behind us, we waving 'em bye
I ain't leaving their rip 'til somebody die
Hop out with that Drac', put his ass in the sky
They touch one of mines, make everybody cry
I do what I do, don't be asking me why
Why the fuck is you talking? You don't even slide
That P in my hands, feel like I can glide
It's too many strikers, they not on our side
In the city with Xav', nigga, you know the vibes
Niggas know what it is, they ain't tryna collide
How you looking for me and I'm really outside?
He ain't even having, he just getting by
It took me seven days, I done ran up a lot
I'm fucking with them scutters, whip it in the pot
It's two or more hit, tell the judge free Top

[Verse]
I can get the drop, this bitch tryna bop me
If the driver too crazy that shit getting stopped
They know about Boof, I ride with that chop
Treat his bend like a broom, see the opps and I mop
I ain't goin' serve him, that nigga a cop
It's just me and Driz, they know it's a lock
This shit looking foggy, that shit getting sparked
If they get on our ass then we're busting the Narcs
Get the fuck out my way when I'm banging this P
A dumb nigga was slipping right in my sheet
My trap jhi good, all this bitch do is beep
My 7.62s the only thing that I need
I'm serving straight drops, shit smack up the beat
You ain't bending with Boof, you don't know how to creep
A nigga got aim, I ain't using no beam
Just straight in my sleep and I see me some lean
Pull up for the men, I ain't leaving my team
You know it go, nigga, everything green
I ain't touching shit, it ain't what it seem
Give me seven days to get my shit back on bling
When it come to the smoke they know I'm a fein
Hit him with that switch, make his ass a dream
He ain't see the doctor, he was dead on the scene
Still trapping and shooting, I'm doing my thing

[Chorus]
High as hell on the drank, feel like I can fly
Feds get behind us, we waving 'em bye
I ain't leaving their rip 'til somebody die
Hop out with that Drac', put his ass in the sky
They touch one of mines, make everybody cry
I do what I do, don't be asking me why
Why the fuck is you talking? You don't even slide
That P in my hands, feel like I can glide
It's too many strikers, they not on our side
In the city with Xav', nigga, you know the vibes
Niggas know what it is, they ain't tryna collide
How you looking for me and I'm really outside?
He ain't even having, he just getting by
It took me seven days, I done ran up a lot
I'm fucking with them scutters, whip it in the pot
It's two or more hit, tell the judge free Top