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Wop
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Ear Drummers
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Mike WiLL Made-It

[Verse 1: Slim Jxmmi]
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Gi-gimme some space
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Two styrofoam cups, a pint of some drank
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I'm the type of nigga that you meet at the bank (rich nigga)
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Grade A bitches treatin' me like a safe
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This money doin' somethin' to my brain (my brain)
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This money doin' somethin' to my ego (my ego)
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This drank got me talkin' like Z-Ro
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These pills got me feelin' like Neo (wavy)
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And this freak in my ear tryna go (skrrt)
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I-I'll turn your crib to a hoe house (huh)
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I'm a rockstar, drank 'til I pass out (leggo)
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Drank 'til I motherfuckin' pass out (drank)
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Drank, drank 'til I motherfuckin'

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
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Holding onto na-na-nah
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Hoping they come to life
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'Cause underneath the stairs is where we
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Poured our first perfect pints
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Really wanna know
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Hoping they come to life
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'Cause right there on the stairs is where
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We poured our first perfect pints

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
(It's Gucci!)    
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I'm in the trap saran wrappin' with the Vaseline
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You know the clean lean jump like trampoline
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Always vert with the skrrt, rims tangerine
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I fell asleep and had a dream ridin' on M.L. King
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Two pinky rings, two pints of lean
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Two cups, too turnt, two hoes, one me
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They were screamin', "Free Gucci", but now that Guwop's free
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Blue cheese, no ranch, hunduns on me
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Thirty cars deep, it's like a circus with me
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Rae Sremmurd, Gucci Mane, it sounds perfect to me
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Now I'm back on top like I'm 'posed to be
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But I done poured so many pints that shit got old to me (Wop)

[Chorus: Swae Lee] 
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Holding onto na-na-nah
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Hoping they come to life
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'Cause underneath the stairs is where we
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Poured our first perfect pints

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
Kung Fu Kenny, look look
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Who the fuck you talkin' to? You mainey (you mainey)
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Salute me when I'm walkin' through, you ain't me (you ain't me)
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Everything I do is with the extras (extras)
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Flip me couple million for investments
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And my hood love me unconditional
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Your hood love you 'cause you on the instrumental though
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This rap shit crazy, need the woosah
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They screamin' Compton, must be two sides
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R.I.P. to Shawty Lo, yeah B. Dot know I'm flexin'
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VIP my barrio, 200 on the guest list
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I don't like to sugarcoat or politic with yes men
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I like me a boujee hoe from Normandie and Western
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2017 onto bigger things (bigger things)
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I got a smaller team, got a bigger ring (bigger ring)
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Everybody a Crip 'til they black and blue
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Everybody a Blood 'til they hemorrhaging
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Ah man, Mike WiLL Made-It
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Two back to back Spurs, me and Mike WiLL made it
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Double park on the curb, I can drive but I'm lazy
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Half a pint, whole pint, gassed up, crazy, ayy

[Outro: Swae Lee]
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Holding onto memories
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Tossing turning all night (yeah, yeah)
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Leaving would be wise, but you know where my heart lies
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I be rollin' every time that I arrive