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Okay
Okay
Let's do it grand and get a bag
Boy
My lil' bitch a goon
She took one to the thigh
Argument became a scuffle
She caught one to the eye
The only thing he wanna do is catch a body for the guys
If he on my side
He can't do no wrong in my eyes (Not at all)
Okay, we doing excellent
This the A team (Yup)
I can't fuck around with B 'cause he told on C (Nah)
That's almost like fucking with a nigga that told on D (Huh?)
It would've been some small time
Nigga, Lil E
The rap game changed overnight
And we the ones to blame
I could never love another bitch, I just be running game
Thermal scope on my AR pistol
Just for longer range
Coach
Please put me in at point
Watch the numbers change
I think dawg gettin' tired, watch the jumper fade
Catch a nigga comin' to the light, made him pump the brakes
On the road headed to some pape'
We ate a bunch of steaks
Gold mine in my kitchen cabinet
It's a bunch of drank
810-969-7118
Call that number right now
You tryna get some yay
But I got another number you can call for weight
45-0-0-0, oh nah, that's what you gotta pay
I dropped three hundred shots
I can't believe them niggas got away
Damn, I need another K
Before the open carry law
Made it to Michigan
I had a micro Drac'
If you see me with a pen
I'll autograph some titties
I don't write on paper
Get an Audi, rim it up, then paint it up
Gotta blow a band
Every night for all my pain and sufferin'
You a grown man
Gettin' your ass beat running
You swing on me
You dead before your hand land on me
I see you lil' broke niggas up off unemployment
I ain't hatin', get your pape'
I hope you enjoyin' it
Think you can fuck with me, then I'ma up a sixty on you
And get you robbed
For that lil' cheese you be posting
I'm finna drink that whole pint bottle
Leave it open
Pull up in a Scat' thinkin' it's that
I'm droppin' Demon on you
No homo, Glock got thirty shots
I whipped out penis on 'em
Stuff her pussy to capacity and still got work
Is your cleavage open?
We like the all-time Lakers, boy
Our roster crazy
Beatin' her back in for two months
Got her posture changing
This a fully chop with a hundred shots
I ain't gotta aim it
I was finna stuff the pills in her raw
But they say condoms safer
Ayy, I need the AP with the head blue
When you speak on APs
You mean two bedrooms
I'm too ratchet, we can't make it to the bedroom
Fuckin' in the front seat
Bitch, I'ma need some leg room
I clear my mind
Gettin' high in Versace
I got that white girl
Diana Taurasi
Cookie P's like Taraji
Piece wet as Dasani
I need a ghetto pretty bitch
With a magnificent body
Game winner, deep ball
Dame Lillard
Lost my chain in the 'caine
'Cause they got the same glitter
Popped your mans
Your ass in the same 'spital
Hit your bitch and the road in the same rental
Same guns as TI
But raised my son like
Domani
Used to hit the tailgates on twenty-eights
This a Monte
I'm from the West path
But got the whole 5th behind me
Gotta pull a deuce of Act' out your ass to surprise me
I came off Balenciagas
Not the wide feet
We be havin' main action traffic
On the side street
Told bro
"You know we all together, get beside me"
I ain't givin' out no energy
This shit behind me (Never)
I fucked two blood sisters
Yeah
I know I'm toxic
Them hoes don't even know
And I ain't gon' tell nobody
Your son be lookin' at your ass like a failure, probably
The chopper chew your ass up
They gon' smell your body
Benz outside, this bitch on the car dick
We be sellin' everything, bitch
The spot like Target
You ain't even platinum
I don't even want no parts
Bitch
Told the ho to look up
You fuckin' with a star
Bitch
One-man army
Bitch
I move by myself
Niggas need a handout
I'm puttin' food on the shelf
I could bust a bag down and have it moved without no help
Finna drink a ten
Unc' done took a two out my twelve
I'm slappin' on the verse
It's two minutes after twelve
She said I act rude
She hit the head on the nail
In here blowing real weed
Is you prepared for the smell?
Tryna do a one-on-one
Is you prepared for the field?
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