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It's like 99 degrees Yeah, boy's shadow need some antifreeze Glocks for the semi yeah they overseas And my shorty too cause she Japanese (Oh she Japanese?) Bullets dumpin' got you ducking like a dynasty Oh you fine to me, she'll finally Come home with me Hop up on the belly, catch a pedigree Nigga, I don't know ya Pull up like I got a couple niggas from Illinois Niggas actin' up and now you lying like a lawyer Nigga you my child, watch you pull up in a stroller Haters from the plant, but this ain't no damn controller Ain't no sippin' lean, nigga, I be sippin' soda Orange juice with pulp if you don't want Coca-Cola I don't really simp, (Uh) Do we have a date? (Uh) Does everyone break up? Cause I pulled up on a nigga like what happened? You can never catch a nigga lackin' Summertime all my niggas trappin' You not getting money, boy you cappin' Niggas, I'm the K'nuckles from the captain Border shut now, shit it slappin' Sweat drippin', oh I need a napkin I don't really know, you get the back hand, you get the back hand Whatcha' doing? Nigga nothing really (Ay yuh) Whatcha' feelin' like? Nigga nothing really (Ay yuh) Whatcha' finna do? Nigga nothing really (Ay yuh) Whatcha' finna do? Nigga nothing really (Ay yuh) Whatcha' doing? Nigga nothing really (Ay yuh) Whatcha' feelin' like? Nigga nothing really (Ay yuh) Whatcha' finna do? Nigga nothing really (Ay yuh) Whatcha' finna do? Nigga nothing really (Ay yuh) Niggas silly ay, pockets filled with fifties (Ay yuh) Gettin' litty, goin' harder than a titty (Ay yuh) On my willy, future that's a milli (Ay yuh) In the gilly, jumpin' out the skilly (Ay yuh) Bitch I'm pretty, hit em with the shimmy (Ay yuh) Shawty skinny, hit her in the kitty (Ay yuh) In the kitty, goin' dumb like I'm Timmy (Ay yuh) I'm in Chile, just a lil city This summer watch me climb a tree, baby catch a beat On lame ass shit baby you and me Cause when I'm really with the gimmicks Just give me couple minutes And we can get in on in the Civic This summer watch me climb a tree, baby catch a beat On some lame ass shit baby you and me Cause when I'm really with the gimmicks Just give me couple minutes And we can get in on in the Civic We can get it on (Pull up to the city, pull up to the civic) We can get it on (Pull up to the city, pull up to the civic) We can get it on (Pull up to the city, pull up to the civic) We can get it on (Pull up to the city, pull up to the civic) We can get it on (Back to the back, back to the back) We can get it on (Back to the back, back to the back) We can get it on (Back to the back, back to the back) We can get it on (Back to the back, back to the back) Cause I pulled up on a nigga like what happen? You can never catch a nigga lackin' Summertime all my niggas trappin' You not getting money, boy you cappin' Niggas, I'm the K'nuckles from the captain Border shut now, shit it slappin' Sweat drippin', oh I need a napkin I don't really know, you get the back hand, you get the back hand