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Chorus: X2Tell me what you`re lookin` for, what you want?Look inside my trunk you can find what you want[Kane]1008 grams in the trunk, that`s a Kilo for you punksKane and Abel in this bitch, gettin` rich as TrumpBlowin` skunk on the I-10 to New Orleans from HoustonAlsmost home, hit Gotti on the cell phoneGet some B12, get out some potsWhen I get there we gonna cook and chop these rocksIt`s a never ending game, and my hustle don`t stopIt`s a devestating pain when I use my glock[Abel]Chrome duce dutton and a chrome 600High as the fuck, but we can still get bluntedTRU niggaz don`t talk, ya yap, ya get punishedA hundred G`s cash in the stash (all hundreds)Nigga bout to wreck shopPost it up, on the high block, rocks and my polo socksJust a young nigga hustle out the trunk for doughGot the chip, flip phones by the corner storeChorus X2[Gotti]I got the properest productFrom the weed to the board to the pluckSome chip phones to 6 shot chromes, so whats up?Step in the cutDon`t let them feds no what`s happenin` with usBecause they love to bust a nigga nutsAnd have me hard to wear some handcuffsSo I keepin` my eyes open and my mouth shutI only fuck with my gambino`sCause everything that I do is illegalFrom racketeering to casinos to choppin` weightWith my nigga Fino, me, Hound, and Kane and AbelOn a highway, cell phones on hopin` the feds ain`t listenin` on three wayThey tap our frequencySo we got to watch what we say, from New Orleans to L.AWe got money to make, Gotti, I play for high stakesNo mistakes involved, cause it could cause us to fallSnitch nigga, catchin` slugs, ain`t no love from us thugTold me guns, or bloodSo nigga what?Keep that shit on the hush[Full Blooded]And step to the breeze wayNiggaz with me to take it easyI won`t, but I can`t face death when you squeeze mePut the automatic glock, up inside the clutched fist of a mask manSki mask man, yeah man, doin` bad man, cash manI`m hound out, play my hood, hit blasaPass the herb, hit the curb, and I, leave `em tied up in knotsFirst night murder, that`s how we do it, thats how we did itWho did it?You know your boy, ? that run with No LimitIt was in some, white camaro, fuckin` window was tintedThey had noise in it, they had P boys in it, they had toys in itFull BloodedNiggaz gonna respect that thereI`m a No Limit soldierI can`t neglect that thereGive `em camoflague on my dutyHand me the keys to the dooleyGive me a bullet proof, 2 PK`s, when these niggaz wanna do meAbout this here, head bustin`, throat cuttin`Finger funk type shit, give a fuck nigga, smoke somethin`Chorus till fade

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