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Another Full Tank In The Bronco
DJ Relly Rell
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Smoke DZA
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Stove God Cooks
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Westside Gunn
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Big RFC shit
Yeah
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It's always the industry
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Summer of '95 all over again
Uh
I'm up 50 a half, I can't lose
Them niggas talk numbers and info they can't prove
I do this for my legacy, grands and grands too
Made the only rock bottom they know is Dwayne Move
You never seen a hundred piece, a hundred pounder?
You never had to upgrade your money counter?
Missionary on restoration couches
The bank lady give me my bills in pouches, yeah
Ten thousand dollar outfits, I'm really 'bout this
You niggas never been about shit
Clock more money on the pit stop
I'm a Rolex nigga, I don't tick-tock, yeah
Mr. Big Shot
Park the foreign right in front of Sammy's Fish Spot
Last birthday, I treated myself, bought a big Glock
This one, I might spend forty on a wristwatch
At this point, it's, uh, still a fairly laid back situation
A dangerous situation at the same time
Because again, the, uh, the highway patrol does not want to intimidate
I repeat, do not want to intimidate this vehicle
And they be doing anything that, uh, they really don't want him to do
The main thing is to get him pulled over as safely as possible
And there's only a couple ways that'll happen
One is him just pulling over and/or running out of gas
(LYFE)
Ayo (Ayo)
The ruler in the pea coat can shoot ya (Boom, boom, boom)
Dominican plug, dropped him off, tinted super (Skrrt)
The green tops, we call those grey muda (Ha)
The diesel bags, we call 'em Lex Luger (Ha)
He shot up in the elevator, now he breathin' on a ventilator
Got all the fiends wantin' it now, an innovator (Ha)
Wore two chains in '96, you been a hater
My plug got them shits half off the liquidator (Woo)
I went to sleep still dreamin' of baggin'
Up (Give me the fuckin' money)
How you home so quick? It ain't addin' up
Catch us playin' ten a chance with tags on us
Miraculous, twin MACs on us (Brr)
I went to sleep still dreamin' of baggin' up
How you home so quick? It ain't addin' up (Uh-uh, please don't, okay)
Catch us playin' ten a chance with tags on us
Miraculous, twin MACs on us (Brr)
Right now, we all, we're okay
But he's not at Delaware, so just back off
He's still alive, okay
My name is, now what, what's your name, man?
My name is Ace, you know who I am, goddamn it
All them broke whispers better come with some respect
If it ever reach me, probably be laughin' in the jet (Hahaha)
I mean I probably be laughin' with the jets (Hahaha)
I be on my Woody Johnson on the field in my necklace, Lord
She suckin' dick, I'm doin' 170 in the Porsche (Woo)
I took a bird and got a baby out it, it's a stork (Woo)
All I had was a pot and a fork (For real)
Blocks in a foreign, you get hot, then you (You know)
They like, "Where the album? It done been years" (Uh)
"How you take that much time off? You don't get scared?" (Haha)
I'm like, "Nigga, Stove straight like Indian hair" (Hahaha)
Wagu medium rare, crack smoke in the air (Woo)
Every time the plastic rip, I'm like, "Woo" (Woo)
Next time you niggas call yourself spinnin', better shoot (Brr)
Back when Missy was decent in the bag
I had a bag that I had blew (I did)
I had a plug that brought that shit from over there in a canoe (I did)
Fourth row, Michelle
Met the plug in CT, we was droppin' his son off at Yale (Woo)
I bought eleven of 'em with no scale (Woo)
He ain't even count it, he know me well (Hahaha)
Real well
I been gettin' money, can you tell?
Stove
Hahaha
Fourth row shit
Strummin' my pain with her finger
Singin' my life with her words
Killin' me softly with her song
Killin' me softly with her song
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