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[ Featuring DJ Paul, Chief Keef ]

DJ Paul

Me and gang four deep
NBA game, floor seats
Flamin' door, blunts up
They threatenin' to call the po-po
Me and gang four deep
NBA game, floor seats
Flamin' door, blunts up
They threatenin' to call the po-po
Me and gang four deep
NBA game, floor seats
Flamin' door, blunts up
They threatenin' to call the po-po
Me and gang four deep
NBA game, floor seats
Flamin' door, blunts up
They threatenin' to call the po-po

Yo, cranberry red while I ride back to back
Half-pint of Cognac in my Gucci backpack
Hey, this ain't no game, we ain't playin' blackjack (buh)
And we been on your block like I got a bad back
Might move to Orlando like Shaq
Pulled up to Outback in the matte black 'Lac
Pull the red carpet out like Hollywood Access
All-all-all this f*ckin' ice, y'all should call me treasure chest (DJ Paul)
Uh, I might I might pour a six in my peach Sunkist
Strawberry wrist, Caddy roar into Saks Fifth
Pull up to the Saks and the kids go, "That's him"
They selling' candy, I give 'em all a fifty, it's that simple

Me and gang four deep
NBA game, floor seats
Flamin' door, blunts up
They threatenin' to call the po-po
Me and gang four deep
NBA game, floor seats
Flamin' door, blunts up
They threatenin' to call the po-po
Me and gang four deep
NBA game, floor seats
Flamin' door, blunts up
They threatenin' to call the po-po
Me and gang four deep
NBA game, floor seats
Flamin' door, blunts up
They threatenin' to call-

Thirty in the clip, thirty on the wrist
Niggas loose lips sink Titanic ships
She opened up her box like I had a gift
They like, "How these niggas cross you and you ain't mad at them?"
Glock got no kickback, like White Men Can't Jump
You know I won't come if my gang can't come
Shawty know Chief Sosa, kick it like Daniel son
You wanna makeover, bitch, I could buy you one, ayy
Uh, real F&N with fudge handle
Cat colored with peach bandana
Moonwalk like Tony Danza
Who the boss, hail Daniel, Tony
Ride through the night with the white pony
Wall paint, I sip syrup a lot in the white Sprite
Chief Keef likes to keep it real muddy
Double cup, pint sippin' buddy
Karate chop on peanut butter
Birthday, worst day
First day, charge happenin', briefcase
Aquaberry, blue Batman
Cat scan on the back of my right hand

Me and gang four deep
NBA game, floor seats
Flamin' door, blunts up
They threatenin' to call the police
Nigga, you don't know me
Know I get that goat cheese
Steady buyin' P-T's
It's like that shit is OE
We at your chin like a goatee
She thirsty to throat me
They hate me, then so it be
Count the check, be lowkey
Please do not approach me
Tryin' to provoke me
Got the rifle in case they assault me

DJ Paul
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DJ Paul

Me and gang four deep
NBA game, floor seats
Flamin' door, blunts up
They threatenin' to call the po-po
Me and gang four deep
NBA game, floor seats
Flamin' door, blunts up
They threatenin' to call the po-po
Me and gang four deep
NBA game, floor seats
Flamin' door, blunts up
They threatenin' to call the po-po
Me and gang four deep
NBA game, floor seats
Flamin' door, blunts up
They threatenin' to call the po-po

Yo, cranberry red while I ride back to back
Half-pint of Cognac in my Gucci backpack
Hey, this ain't no game, we ain't playin' blackjack (buh)
And we been on your block like I got a bad back
Might move to Orlando like Shaq
Pulled up to Outback in the matte black 'Lac
Pull the red carpet out like Hollywood Access
All-all-all this f*ckin' ice, y'all should call me treasure chest (DJ Paul)
Uh, I might I might pour a six in my peach Sunkist
Strawberry wrist, Caddy roar into Saks Fifth
Pull up to the Saks and the kids go, "That's him"
They selling' candy, I give 'em all a fifty, it's that simple

Me and gang four deep
NBA game, floor seats
Flamin' door, blunts up
They threatenin' to call the po-po
Me and gang four deep
NBA game, floor seats
Flamin' door, blunts up
They threatenin' to call the po-po
Me and gang four deep
NBA game, floor seats
Flamin' door, blunts up
They threatenin' to call the po-po
Me and gang four deep
NBA game, floor seats
Flamin' door, blunts up
They threatenin' to call-

Thirty in the clip, thirty on the wrist
Niggas loose lips sink Titanic ships
She opened up her box like I had a gift
They like, "How these niggas cross you and you ain't mad at them?"
Glock got no kickback, like White Men Can't Jump
You know I won't come if my gang can't come
Shawty know Chief Sosa, kick it like Daniel son
You wanna makeover, bitch, I could buy you one, ayy
Uh, real F&N with fudge handle
Cat colored with peach bandana
Moonwalk like Tony Danza
Who the boss, hail Daniel, Tony
Ride through the night with the white pony
Wall paint, I sip syrup a lot in the white Sprite
Chief Keef likes to keep it real muddy
Double cup, pint sippin' buddy
Karate chop on peanut butter
Birthday, worst day
First day, charge happenin', briefcase
Aquaberry, blue Batman
Cat scan on the back of my right hand

Me and gang four deep
NBA game, floor seats
Flamin' door, blunts up
They threatenin' to call the police
Nigga, you don't know me
Know I get that goat cheese
Steady buyin' P-T's
It's like that shit is OE
We at your chin like a goatee
She thirsty to throat me
They hate me, then so it be
Count the check, be lowkey
Please do not approach me
Tryin' to provoke me
Got the rifle in case they assault me

DJ Paul
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Writer: Horst Christian Simco, Keith Cozart, Paul Beauregard
Copyright: Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing

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