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When I got to the spot it wasn't even crowded Made a few phone calls now we all bout it, bout it Wit it, wit it, hella fitted, punk rock better quite it Got one pill left and she askin me to split it I aint wit it, where I'm goin? Bitch Why? Have you ever had X O in your eye? Bitch why, die, choke on suffa My niggas in da back trynna smoke on suffa Fa sho gone stuff a, dub in da wood Now it's me, MD, PSD and Shoog I'm feelin' good, UGH, got a hoe on jock I think she on puss to, maybe not Baby cock, nineteen, wit her own spot and a day wit Dre, I'll have her on robot It don't stop, I'm a mack and I'm proud, I go wild get hyphy, get loud