Glatt, glatt, glatt, glatt-glatt
Glatt, glatt, glatt, glatt-glatt
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Ayy, chyeah 
Ayy, yeah 
Ayy, yeah 
Ayy, yeah 
He an imposter, ayy, turn him to pasta, ayy
Foe got that blih, ayy, he make it wobble, ayy
Corn on the cobble, chopper lob em, ayy
Check my Rollie, I cant tell it, ayy
Groove back, Stella, ayy, I live in Ella, ayy 
Where the umbrella? Ayy, think its drizzlin, ayy
Niggas my children, such a feelin, ayy
Causin a blizzard, ayy, feel like a wizard, ayy
Turn you to gizzards, just pour up the sizzurp, ayy
Roll up with scissors, give me the trimmers, ayy
These niggas alkies, foe a mummy
I pray I dont OD, we only four deep, yeah
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Ayy, yeah 
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Ayy, chyeah 
Ayy, yeah 
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Ayy, chyeah 
Ayy, yeah 
Ayy, yeah 
Ayy, yeah 
Ayy, silencers, damn, ayy, damn
I cant see em, ayy, yeah
Then they blam, ayy, yeah
Feelin like Cam, ayy, yeah
Ill be God damned, ayy, yeah
Feelin like Martin, ayy, yeah
Run to they Pam, ayy, yeah
Cousin aint here, ayy, yeah
I dont know fam, ayy, yeah
Foot on the Lam, ayy, yeah
From D-Town, ayy, yeah
When niggas do some fake shit, ayy, yeah
Dont have me round, ayy, yeah
Thats how I get down, ayy, yeah
I dont fuck around, ayy, yeah
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Ayy, yeah 
Ayy, chyeah 
Ayy, yeah 
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Ayy, chyeah 
Ayy, yeah 
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Ayy, yeah