[Intro: Sabrie]
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[Verse 1: C Dub]
All I'm hearin' is
All I'm hearin' is this and that
Hands out your pocket what's that?
Have me distressed
That's how I'mma start acting
You start acting emotional
Just follow the protocol, know you what supposed to do
Don't do nothing slick and don't do nothing drastic
I'mma need them chips
Tax that ass like plastic
Pimp stick shift might move a lil bit faster
Used to flip them bricks, but the re-up backwards
Probably thinking like "there he go pimping on a broad"
Bitch I'll down a nigga if you trynna get off with the yard
I'mma hustle economics, no delays or stoppage
Put her in the game, told her "play, no option"
Where niggas like "yeah, somebody gon' get 'em"
Nigga ain't you been listening I'm the mu'fucking villain
You can think about it later, gеt them hands up to the ceiling
Suckеrs always get emotional when you 'bout to kill 'em
.357 put a hole in your feelings
So don't roam in the kitchen, but I'm cold as a henchman
Now I find myself playing Zone with precision
In a prome of positions
Sniping all competition
I get about percentages, you know it then you get it
I'm a motherfucking menace cooking blow up with a chemist
Tony Montana shit is over when I finish
Play three sports, touchdowns, all nine innings
And you, you should stay out the way
To to walk a quarter mile in my shoes, you'll be lost for days
Mind gone, eyes slightly glazed and I ain't talkin' 'bout blunts when I say I got dimes to blaze
Pine trees they provide the shade
Boy I'm chopping out this galaxy, you should just provide some day
So make sure that you give me my space
Cause I'm allergic to that sucker shit if you ain't got nothing to say
La da da da da da da
Oh
La da da da da la la
Oh
[Verse 1: C Dub]
All I'm hearin' is
All I'm hearin' is this and that
Hands out your pocket what's that?
Have me distressed
That's how I'mma start acting
You start acting emotional
Just follow the protocol, know you what supposed to do
Don't do nothing slick and don't do nothing drastic
I'mma need them chips
Tax that ass like plastic
Pimp stick shift might move a lil bit faster
Used to flip them bricks, but the re-up backwards
Probably thinking like "there he go pimping on a broad"
Bitch I'll down a nigga if you trynna get off with the yard
I'mma hustle economics, no delays or stoppage
Put her in the game, told her "play, no option"
Where niggas like "yeah, somebody gon' get 'em"
Nigga ain't you been listening I'm the mu'fucking villain
You can think about it later, gеt them hands up to the ceiling
Suckеrs always get emotional when you 'bout to kill 'em
.357 put a hole in your feelings
So don't roam in the kitchen, but I'm cold as a henchman
Now I find myself playing Zone with precision
In a prome of positions
Sniping all competition
I get about percentages, you know it then you get it
I'm a motherfucking menace cooking blow up with a chemist
Tony Montana shit is over when I finish
Play three sports, touchdowns, all nine innings
And you, you should stay out the way
To to walk a quarter mile in my shoes, you'll be lost for days
Mind gone, eyes slightly glazed and I ain't talkin' 'bout blunts when I say I got dimes to blaze
Pine trees they provide the shade
Boy I'm chopping out this galaxy, you should just provide some day
So make sure that you give me my space
Cause I'm allergic to that sucker shit if you ain't got nothing to say
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