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Ayy, yo Bans, what you cooking? Empty, got vacant insides So it's cold on the outside When it's war, it's more cries Forever ride with my people We wonder why we losing Wonder why she choosing I don't gangbang, but I wish that I can see So many drugs, my soul divide from me All opps must die, that's what I believe Get to the green, we count Christmas trees, yeah Like poodles, I been in my bag lately (Been in my bag) Don't want that coupe if it don't drag when I speed (Whip gon' crash) Coach the game like Kerr, I talk cash when I speak (Steve Kerr) Lean addict, I see codeine when I bleed (Speaker) Got shooters and cannons, I give 'em the word and they weave The man in town like I hang with Andrew Wiggins New bitch, she a eater I still brought my rocket and I fucked her with Ariza We just gon' band that money, too hard keeping with these Visas Got brand new DeJ, got Loaf, I hope they don't try me One phone call, them bullets red like HIV I know them niggas hate me, they treat me like Nazis Ain't ever cooked no crack, still dyin' with my pot A mattress without the springs, you probably still'd lie with me I'll wash all your clothes, just don't get tired of me I just want you to roll, just don't get tired of me, I Empty, got vacant insides So it's cold on the outside When it's war, it's more cries Forever ride with my people We wonder why we losing Wonder why she choosing I don't gangbang, but I wish that I can see So many drugs, my soul divide from me All opps must die, that's what I believe Get to the green, we count Christmas trees, yeah