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Grew up in Stumptown Don, number one groundhog

All I got is clucks and junkyards in my call logs

All these bitches dick-suckin', all these niggas ball hoggin'

We get money, all winter, spring, summer, fall, autumn

Jumpin' out the Don, fresher than some Palmolive

Got your wife comin' home smellin' like a popped condom

Barkin' like a dog named Rover with the bow-wow (yeah)

Rubberband stacks couple few-hunnid thou-wow

I done made a million in these streets, my run legendary (yes)

First comes your safety then the corner comes secondary (ah)

Y'all don't need these ten crack commandments, that was said already (nah)

Think you big, don't you? Well, you can fit in any cemetery (bah)

I done been in every situation you can muster up (every one)

We don't make adjustments to these niggas that adjust to us (never)

Niggas in a jam, my white friends call it cluster fuck (haha)

While sittin' in that van, I yell, "Bet you won't uncuff these cuffs" (bet you won't)

Y'all niggas rap generic shit (yeah), nigga, when it's up, it's stuck

Never had the Feds knockin' while lookin' for the stuff to flush (gang)

How these niggas makin' out? (How?) he never gave his OG a date

Well, that's the kiss of death, tell that nigga, "Pucker up" (mwah)

You like Escobar in your hood? Okay, enough's enough (nah)

You the type I'd punch all in your chest until you toughen up (toughen up)

Your wife wanna pout about her bag, I tell her suck it up (suck that up)

There's too many weirdos in this world and not enough of us

Grew up in Stumptown Don, number one groundhog

All I got is clucks and junkyards in my call logs

All these bitches dick-suckin', all these niggas ball hoggin'

We get money, all winter, spring, summer, fall, autumn

Jumpin' out the Don, fresher than some Palmolive

Got your wife comin' home smellin' like a popped condom (haha)

Barkin' like a dog named Rover with the bow-wow (yeah)

Rubberband stacks couple few-hunnid thou-wow

They know I'm from Hell Block, niggas strictly mild sauce

Playin' with that food, I turn your kitchen to the chow hall

Spot smell like pine cone, Hi-Tech and Pine-Sol

Cowboy, no rhinestone, bounce back like round ball

Babysat bricks of limestone without no childcare

Town hall scermin' while I'm burnin' up the town square

Playin' with that sack, I get you laid out like a lawn chair

Catch a case on my behalf, we scrapin' up that bond fare

Put on for my hood, I know they love the way I carry it

All my money off the books, they call me the librarian

Caught a couple Darryl Strawberry's crossin' Ludington

Blood been locked in the library, he been studyin'

Touchin' duffies like a bag boy, we be dufflin'

Chasin' big bank, blazin' dank while we hustlin'

Sippin' good drink in the Wraith off of Sunderland

My pape' talk for me, I don't do a lotta mumblin'

Grew up in Stumptown Don, number one groundhog

All I got is clucks and junkyards in my call logs

All these bitches dick-suckin', all these niggas ball hoggin'

We get money, all winter, spring, summer, fall, autumn

Jumpin' out the Don, fresher than some Palmolive

Got your wife comin' home smellin' like a popped condom (haha)

Barkin' like a dog named Rover with the bow-wow (yeah)

Rubberband stacks couple few-hunnid thou-wow