[Chorus: Lil Duke]
Smokin', kickin' shit, fuckin' bitches with my niggas
Got a hundred, whole round, bitch you cannot take no pictures
Magazine in the 30 round, you gon' get your issue
Don't come around me, when nigga's pop, I don't got no feelings
I fucked your WCW
And I swear I don't love her
Fucked her on top of the covers
Know I had to use a rubber
Diamonds on me and they're custom
Soon as we spot 'em we rush 'em
I got more rhymes than Busta
I had the grind, had the hustle
Now I got muscle

[Verse 1: Lil Duke]
Thugger, he poured up a four, I said gimme a shot
Came from the bottom, went straight to the top
Went through the struggle, I came from the block
Now I'm on top, a young nigga got guap
I'ma keep goin' and I'm never gon' stop
Rockin' the stage and we sellin' 'em out
We out the street, how the fuck we gon' fly?
Book you a show, it gon' cost a whole block
Caught tryna rob and you're gonna get popped
Know you heard 'bout me sendin' them shots
These niggas, they hatin', they watch and they plot
Got mine out the mud and it came out the pot
Flyin' on in, I don't fuck with no thots
Don't have to show 'em cause they know what we got
This is our year, you know we on fire
YSL shit, bitch you know what we 'bout
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