Stuntin’ Wit My Homies Jeezy

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Chromed out 4-5, what you doin'? Hatin' on 'em
What they doin'? Hatin' on 'em
What we doin'? Gettin' money
So I gotta floss, CTE still a label, nigga
Jezzy the boss

I'ma psychic motherfucker, yeah, I can see ya future
Rap about me and a nigga might shoot ya
Serve the wrong nigga and the Fed's might swoop ya
Just bring a hundred K and a lot might coupe ya

Tryin' to drive me crazy like them boys Gnarls Barkley
Mad 'cause my paper stand is tall like Charles Barkley
CTE motherfucker we ain't nothin' like them other niggas
Try to sip it, you'll be over like that other nigga

I don't fuck with buster nigga either or sucker niggas
Loud talkin', ass pussy, motherfucker niggas
Licks on the wheels, same color as the car, bitch
Trap star shit, 'round my way, we call it lipstick

And you is a dipshit, for actin' like a dipstick
Automatics 'round here but you can get ya gearshift
Ballin' in charge, late bull, I'm ridin' dead on
White on white image, snowmizzy in the middle, what's up?

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