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[ClicKlak] It's a problem with all of these niggas and all of these bitches I put 'em in ditches Ridin' on 24 inches My bitch is so bad and she tell me her wishes I'm sweatin', i just left the kitchen Trunk full of dirty ass dishes Remember the days movin' the dope Chances i took for the riches Streets done took my nigga [?] Hope a killer get took that's on god KPE, that my squad All we know is win, never took a lost Never been the type to put my hands together and try to pray Turn them bricks to birds Put wings on 'em Watch 'em fly away On my DJ Holiday Swerve Ds to the Js on a holiday Watch 'em boost the economy with quality, my policy My momma so proud of me Truth is never doubted me Real niggas surrounding me Won't never take the hood out of me Ayeeeee [Hook] My only problem is i keep it 100 My only problem is i keep it 100 Got a problem, ya i keep it on me We all eatin' but we still hungry You ain't ridin' with the brick nigga You ain't ridin' with the stick nigga You ain't tryin' to get rich nigga You ain't nothin' but a bitch nigga [Yonka Boi] I'm too honest Some say i'm an asshole All i cares 'bout me, myself, and my cash flow All i do is smoke piff And i thrash hoes Droppin' bars for these niggas Think i won't spazz though Raised in these back streets Run the trap, no athletes Got killers in my back seat Lock and loaded to clap heat We ain't hard to find We in a hood near you Don't believe us Think about it, what you listening to Niggas talk like you the best But all you missin' is proof Blood gang with me nigga They don't miss when they shoot It's 2015 and i would call it a takeover But we been runnin' this shit I guess the breaks over [Hook] [Pablo Escabear] Bitches fuckin' and suckin' They say they like how i'm thuggin' I beat it up like percussion Thuggin' all out in public Niggas beefin' for fame My youngin's killin' for nothin' Now that my pockets got chunky Can't keep these groupies up off me Niggas know that i'm 'bout it Pull up and catch me a body I keep 'em O's but no Audi I keep 'em keys like a locket I ain't robbin' for profit I'm the plug and the socket Got Gucci, Fendi, and Prada Herion, reefer, and powder One respect in the power Nothin' else really matter I put the molly in capsules And hollow tips in my rifles Uzi sound like a rattle Movin' slow on the ladder All i know is to add up [Hook]