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[Intro: Lil Snupe & DJ Mustard]
It’s Lil Snupe, n*gga!
I’m the motherf*cking freestyle king
Mustard on the beat, ho (Let's go!)
Finna go'n and rip this b*tch up
Free my n*gga, C4
Yeah, look, look, look, look

[Verse: Lil' Snupe, DJ Mustard, & Both]
Check it, I said, I only got a few homies hatin'
‘Cause it seems like all of you other n*ggas is changing (Damn!)
I’m steady smoking blunts–that’s how I be maintaining
Stay the same, b*tch, I’m going out same way I came in (C'mon!)
And ever since I got money people say I’m actin' funny
But nobody was here when I ain’t had none in my stomach
I only break bread with the ones who keep it a hundred
I f*ck with you, I’m stuck with you, n*gga
That’s how I’m comin' (Damn!)
I’m from a small city where n*ggas never achieve
But now, when they see me, I make everybody believe
I'm supposed to be chosen,, I’m thanking God that I’m free
Living crazy, know my granny steady looking over me (C'mon!)
But I gotta get it, I’m going hard in these streets
Every night, studio session, killing all of these beats
Body tired; some nights, I don’t even go to sleep
But I can’t go to sleep, my whole squad gotta eat (Damn!)
Wake up, I’m blessed, straight kush, no stress
Thanking God for my success, my b*tches say I’m the best (Yup!)
I’m Charlie Brown in the flesh (Yup!)
Could give a f*ck bout the rest (Yup!)
Been chasing after my dream (Yup!)
I’m running into a check (C'mon!)
I’m killing all of my features, music is through the speakers
I do this sh*t for Denisha, swear to God that I’m ether
I’m in it and I ain't legal, n*ggas: they better watch it
b*tch, I’m the hottest topic, I put that sh*t on my mama (C'mon!)
I'm hot, just call me "lava," sick, I need a doctor (Yeah!)
n*gga, we get it popping (Yeah!)
We shooting sh*t like a rocket (Yeah!)
f*ck around, grab the chopper, 2-2-3 heart stopper (Yeah!)
Shells, they steady dropping
f*ck everybody who watching (Let's go!)
The boogeyman in your closet, turn his ass into a sausage
Cased up like a stocking, n*gga, it ain’t stopping
For real, n*gga, you’d better chill, n*gga
f*ck the deal n*gga, we’ll run up in your crib, n*gga!
That’s what it is, n*gga! We roaming
Run up in your crib, we in that b*tch til the morning
Put the guns in yo face, we want yo belongings
I got them dogs with me and all them n*ggas foaming
Got your b*tch with you, yeah, you won’t die lonely
Shoot you in your rib while I’m invading your crib
Saying "Give me this, give me that,, need this, need that"
Seen it on the news the next morning
Wasn't no feedback (C'mon!)
Jump on to my features, I be where the cheese at (C'mon!)
Getting high as the f*ck, I’m asking, "Where the weed at?"
Dreamchasers over here
n*gga, we steady getting paper over here
Going major over here (C'mon!)
Shout out that n*gga Mustard for the f*cking beat
I’m finna kill it, these n*ggas know that it’s for the streets (C'mon!)
A young n*gga, I kill it, boy, I be dropping heat
I do this sh*t for my n*ggas locked up and deceased, n*gga!

[Interlude: Lil Snupe]
Free my n*gga, C4

[Coda: Lil Snupe & Lil Snupe & DJ Mustard]
These n*ggas already know that
I used to be broke but I'll be damned if I go back
I said, I’m on right now
I’m f*ckin b*tches who be grown right now
I'm steady smoking on that f*cking strong right now
And my kush smelling straight like cologne right now, n*gga

[Outro: DJ Mustard]
You n*ggas can’t f*ck with me, n*gga!
What's up?!
Catch up!

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