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Let's a-go!
 (Machine baby)
 Let's a-go (Yeah)
 Turn up my headphones
 One MAC-10 (10)
 One 11 (11)
 It's one eight seven (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
 One eight seven (Hah)
 One eight seven (Seven)
 One eight seven (One eight seven)
 One MAC-10 (MAC-10)
 One 11
 Pull up at the spot (Pull up at the spot)
 Rolling with the big about it
 Might pull up with a thot (Umm!)
 Now everyone at Hollowman's local
 Might pull up where it's hot (Where it's hot)
 A knew that them niggas be working
 Might pull up on a job (Yeah)
 What's on the menu?
 Oh, that's them man (Them man)
 Glocks at the venue (Yeah)
 I had lots on the menu (Menu)
 I had lots at the venue (Yeah)
 I'm gonna have to continue
 To just floss and offend you
 Hands on the cash (The cash)
 I had Buck on the phone all morning
 I got my gang on attack (Jheez)
 I had Buck on the phone just yawning
 I got my gang getting gassed (Yeah)
 I got the smallest circle of soldiers
 'Cause I got stabbed in the back (Um!)
 Who's getting heavy (Heavy)
 I got dudes on the ready
 So who's getting ready? (Who's getting ready?)
 And, who gets a girl at the end
 Please, who's getting Debbie?
 Yeah, dig 'em up, yeah, yeah
 Fools getting buried
 One MAC-10 (10)
 One 11 (Yeah)
 It's one eight seven (Seven)
 One eight seven (One eight seven)
 One eight seven (One eight seven)
 One eight seven (One eight seven)
 One MAC-10 (Yeah)
 One 11
 Money's low
 I had one in seven
 I had couple 9s and 10s
 And one 11 (Ooh)
 Riders posted
 Burning lemon
 Man are ready
 Just come and get 'em (Come and get us)
 Bounce and a ounce (Ounce)
 Back from the wildest party
 And I'm out for the count (Yeah)
 Out for the count (Count)
 Knocked out on the couch (On the couch)
 No one don't tell me nuttin'
 I threw up out of the house (Outs of the house)
 You better respect that
 I get the message and I text back
 I put a message on the next track (Yeah)
 I put my zoobie where the cheques at (Yeah)
 I get the pussy, then I flex that (Yeah)
 You better run it and address that (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
 I want my money where my desk at (Money where my desk at)
 I got pills and a lyca (So what)
 So who's getting hyper? (Yeah)
 Niggas think they're rapping up man
 So who's in a cypher?
 He just sliced up a man's cake
 By just using a slicer (Straight)
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 One eight seven (Seven)
 I had one in bussin', and one in revvin' (Yeah)
 We ain't comin', discussing
 We comin', dead him
 I had them mother fuckers dropping like them fucking lemmings (Haha)
 One MAC-10 (10)
 One 11 (One 11)
 It's one eight seven (One eight seven)
 One eight seven (One eight seven)
 One eight seven (One eight seven)
 One eight seven (One eight seven)
 One MAC-10
 One 11 (One 11)

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Duration
04:00
Tempo
120 BPM

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