Woo, made this here with all the ice on in the booth At the gate outside, when they pull up, they get me loose Yeah, Jump Out boys, that's Nike boys, hoppin' out coupes This shit way too big, when we pull up give me the loot (Gimme the loot!) Was off the Remy, had a Papoose Had to hit my old town to duck the news Two-four hour lockdown, we made no moves Now it's 4AM and I'm back up poppin' with the crew I just landed in, Chase B mixes pop like Jamba Juice Different colored chains, think my jeweler really sellin' fruits And they chokin', man, know the crackers wish it was a noose Some-some-some, someone said To win the retreat, we all in too deep P-p-playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak (someone said) To win the retreat, we all in too deep P-p-playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak (yeah) This shit way too formal, y'all know I don't follow suit Stacey Dash, most of these girls ain't got a clue All of these hoes I made off records I produced

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