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Intro] Keep the snake, he gon' keep them rats away All them shells I fed the Drac', threw my favorite strap away (This shit gon' be crazy, Jacc) [Chorus] Thuggin' with my guys until my time, I was servin' Sell a nickel on the curb before I go back to my broke days Gang signs and jumping gates Check the seat, look both ways All open ones, I taught myself about that dirty game Cut the grass, keep the snake, he gon' keep them rats away All them shells I fed the Drac', threw my favorite strap away [Verse] Put her up a week straight, now she like her pеriod late Made a tape thе first day, we shot a film like Ray J Ayy, I throw racks to my shooter when he spin, that boy gon' wet the block See them lights, we buckin', runnin', dodgin', tryna duck the cops Fuck that cell, we making bail, you ain't gon' shoot, hop out the car Do that crime, you better not tell, keep it real, got that from pop Whip it 'til it look like gel, let it sit, then make it lock Cancer, I got smoke for sale, make a joke, I'll stop your clock Still got stupid clientele, Percocet twenty a pop Makin' plays in Robbinsdale while I clutch on this dirty Glock Mama, she a baddie, I can't cuff her, this a dirty game I get locked, I know she gon' go dumb and fuck on anything I know all these diamonds and this fame cannot change me I'll pull a murder in my 1017 chain [Chorus] Thuggin' with my guys until my time, I was servin' Sell a nickel on the curb before I go back to my broke days Gang signs and jumping gates Check the seat, look both ways All open ones, I taught myself about that dirty game Cut the grass, keep the snake, he gon' keep them rats away All them shells I fed the Drac', threw my favorite strap away
