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Sippin` the peach soda
The niggas inside, they gon` hide `til the heat is over (Frr)
Sippin` the peach sodaThe niggas inside, they gon` hide `til the heat is over (Frr)

Sippin` the peach soda
The niggas inside, they gon` hide `til the heat is over
I`ma ride `til the beat is over
Two Chanel bags, same price as my mink sofa

And I move like the King Cobra
Slimin` them out, dawg, I didn`t have to think it over
(Earl on the beat)
(Frr)

Sippin` the peach soda
The niggas inside, they gon` hide `til the heat is over (Uh)
I`ma ride `til the beat is over (Uh)
Two Chanel bags, same price as my mink sofa (Go)
And I move like the King Cobra (Go)
Slimin` them out, dawg, I didn`t have to think it over (Slatt)
This lil` bitch, I`ma bend her over
After I`m done, called the gang, I`ma send her over (Gang)
I`m in tune with the UPS (Yeah)
Waitin` on packages, KP gon` do the rest
Got some bitches in Budapest
Strapped with them K`s, they walk `round wearin` bullet vests
(Ooh, frr)

I need you to do more, but speak less
Youngins gon` open, uh
Youngins gon` open `em up like some Mucinex (Go)
Give me top, baby, keep the sex (Go)
My dick get bigger when I see a money check
Used to didn`t have 100 bands (Beep)
Now I`m outside with the gang doin` the money dance
I`m a rush hour road runner (Mm)
I`m a rush hour road runner, like Jackie Chan
My big brother was beatin` pans (Beat it)
Lil` brother psyched out, he might go shoot your mans (Buh, buh, beep)

Sunday through Sunday (Sunday)
I got them bitches comin` on the runway (On the runway)
Fuck with the feng shui (Fuck with)
Break a bitch back like the wood with a sensei (Krr)
Fold it up Nisei (Fold it)
You wasn`t `round at the gym back at Lin Lay
Beep
Split

Yeah
Uh-huh (Too much slime, Earl, hold it on)
Yeah (Hold that shit down, nigga)
Uh-huh (I`ma see it, you gon` see it and now he see it)
Really had a doubt
Uh-huh (Feel me)
Uh-huh (For real), uh-huh, uh-huh

Beep, look (Go)
I`m hated the most, I don`t give a damn (Go)
I used to swipe for nothin` through Skype
Through the night, I would eat on the Grand Slam (Swipe)
Don`t be like me, I`m a meanie
Still ridin` dirty `round town like a millionaire (Don`t be like me)
These niggas softer than Build-A-Bear
Penthouse, then make her eat with no silverware (Shit, ayy, fuck)

I`m crackin` this bitch like some software (Go)
I got her boyfriend on my crosshair
He talkin` down (Phew), go the sound
I`m in New York, need a loft here (Damn)
Bitch, I`m a motherfuckin` boss here (Damn)
No, ain`t no nigga soft here (Fuck `em)
My niggas down, they came from the town (Phew)
They let it off here (Slatt)

Audemars Piguet, ice me (Ice)
Where I be fuckin` this Pisces?
She wanna beat up a wifey (She was down)
I like the Piguets, I like the emeralds
Damn, them shits look like a icy (Ice)
If I`m school, check out the IQ
I made more guap than an IT (Yeah)

Shit, nah, whole time niggas hold shit down (Frrt, frrt, hold it down)
Yeah, whole time niggas never lie
Niggas keep a 100 rounds (Whole time, frrt)
Yeah, home alone, nigga, run up on me
Do them like Macaulay Caulkin (Shit, shit, shit, yeah)
250 for the Bentley coupe, I ain`t drivin`, leave it, park it (Fif`, yeah)

Lot of my choices, dumb shit
Can`t pull up on the block on that dumb shit
My niggas got red on their head
Red on their head on some Trump shit (Brrt)
I`m swervin` the Bourbon down Highland (Skrt)
Swervin` the whip on some drunk shit (Swerve)
I`m not a fighter at all
But I stomp his head, wanted him dead (Prrt, prrt, prrt)
Won`t get offended, my conscience (Poh)
These bitches hang `round for the content (Bitch)
It took me way out of context (Oh)
And youngin` go blow like a suntext (Shit, beep)
Live everywhere like some Germex (Hee)
Just tell my nigga, "His turn next" (God)

Burn that shit down (Ploom)
Bitch, I`m a burnup (Burn)
Yeah (Burn), y`all gotta earn that (Brrt)
Don`t speak on no shit you don`t know about
Before you speak on it, go learn that
Shit, shit, yeah (Shit)
For real, keepin` this shit for real (Beep)
Three own them, two I should kill (Yeah)
I don`t even know how to feel, yeah (Beep)

Nah, whole time, niggas hold shit down (Frrt, frrt, hold it down)
Yeah, whole time, niggas never lie
Niggas keep a 100 rounds (Whole time, frrt)
Yeah, home alone, nigga, run up on me
Do them like Macaulay Caulkin (Shit, shit, shit, yeah)
250 for the Bentley coupe, I ain`t drivin`, leave it, park it (Fif`, yeah)

Frr, frr (Go)
Frr, frr
Frr, frr