Bottom of the Map

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It's young jizzle from the bottom of the map

Got a 50 round clip on the bottom of the strap

I do it for the trappers with the, the, the rocks

And them O.G. niggaz with the, the, the blocks



[Verse 1]

I'm strapped up, I'm iced out

A nigga play, it's lights out

Cost a cool quarter million

That's how you'll find me

Swirving through traffic with them goons behind me

You better call your crew, you gon' need help

Whole car strapped, and I ain't talking seat belts

Red cross nigga, yeah we draw blood

Whole team got choppas like a bike club

I don't get mad, I just get money

And laugh at these fuck niggaz, cause they so funny

All a gangsta do is stay fresh

45 with the gucci teflon vest



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[Verse 2]

I'm on fire, the kids out of control

Competition want me to stop, drop, and roll

Like I had a flame thrower and gasoline

Set the city on fire, that's on everything

I walk around like I got a grip in my pants

Yeah that's about 10 stacks, half a brick in my pants

Fishscale got poppy on speed dial

You niggaz getting raped, you still gettin' oil base

My flow is bananas, the coop is grape, evisu jeans with the bathin apes

Desert on the pillow, choppas by the nightstand

You can roll the dice, play with your life man



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[Verse 3]

All that tough talk, you just wastin' your breath

Hit your ass with them things, have you chasing your breath

You got loose lips, you better put a collar on 'em

Black chanel frames, I spent a couple dollars on 'em

Whole zip of kush, just to get my mind right

Grab some roll, see the one, get my sound right

My money come fast, so that's how I spend it

Trunk sounded like it got a marching band in it

You in the minor leages, and I'm a heavy weight

Flipping brick houses, we call it real estate

Five thousand for the pound, get your curb service

Sell a lot of grass, like I got a lawn service



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