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From the four to the seven, we keepin' shit hot

You might wanna put you some shades on

The players be different, the game is the same

And no, I'm not one to be played on

Catch a body on sight, bitch, I'm ballin' like Mike

Get to spinnin' on shit with my Js on

He thought he was flexin', said, fuck what we reppin'

And now he gon' cry, cause his chain gone

Lil' buddy got lucky, we aint send him up

Cause, bitch, you can't cry with your brain gone

I was flippin' through racks, I was spinnin' some tracks

Had to fuck around, put the whole gang on