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Four-hour drive to Savannah, one-way flight to Atlanta
I ain't here to see no thotties, they just pop up where I'm landin'
And my eyes distorted, Big Santana off this Fanta
Bro don't beef he peanut butter, 'cause his Glock ain't never jammin'
They wanted to race, they was ahead and now we in front of them
It hit high speeds from police, engine SRT it's goin' ham
Hate it or love it, the underground's on top
Love it and hate it, I'ma keep gettin' to this guap
And I'm gon' climbed 'til I can't peak no more
It's way up high but I'ma reach that though
It ain't safe in the house, let this blunt outside
We the ones that fucked you over and fucked up your pride
Keep that pistol tucked, concealed and by my side
Can't fall in love, it hurt too much, that's on my life
So many faces around me, people come and go
I may interact but never get too close
I done lost a few brothers but more opps and foes
She thinks I'm a gardener plantin' seeds with all these hoes
If an enemy standstill it's 'cause he talk too much
All that cappin' like it's smoke, in person he hush
Mean poker face, cool as fuck, make these bitches blush
Can't nobody pull my card, not ever, hell nah, this a royal flush
She playin' games, her pussy rated E 'cause she for everyone
Shawty spirit super free, she super free, Rick James I'm out