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T3, uh, T3 T3, uh, go get off yo ass, go get you some cash
Lame ass nigga act just like a fan, put him up
The switch made him do a lil dance Freak bitch can't keep her hands out my pants
Knot in my pocket, I feel like the man I knew since a jit, I was gon' touch the

bands Just gotta stick to the plan, in middle school
I had the za, you can smell through the air
Good za, shit through the mail If I get locked up, then I'm postin' the
bail Niggas ain't bout it, you do that, what that with

Them they gon tell them Bullets be hot fill you up at the shell, I feel like a demon
30 sum shots, for a fuck niggas scheming no
Beiver I'm callin' yo bluff, but I never say never

I'm keepin' my head on the swivel A lame ass nigga keep crackin' them jokes
But he down on his dick, I don't get what's the issue
We wipe his nose like I had me a tissue Knew he was sweet when he called it a pistol
Keep on losin', he just like the pistons Accurate shots and we stay on the mission

Keep suckin', I'm touchin' the temple A nigga keep playin', get popped like a pimple
Knew I be king of my temple, I got him runnin' This ain't a game, I was that nigga in school
That was cool with the lames, bully a bully for playin' them games
Dumping the fully, it barely got aim Niggas be keep cappin', this shit here insane

Uh, ayy, nigga, fuck it, T3 Uh, go get off yo ass and go get you some cash
Lame ass nigga act just like a fan, put him up
The switch made him do a lil' dance Freak bitch, can't keep her hands out my pants
Knot in my pocket, I feel like the man I knew since a jit, I was gon' touch the bands

Just gotta stick to the plan
In middle school, I had the Za, you could smell through the air Gas ship through the mail If I get locked up, then I'm postin' a bail
Niggas ain't bout it, you do that, with them they gon' tell