I know you like to dance around
♪
Middle finger to the sky
You never come down
And you swear
I'm the new heroin
And you swear
I'm the new heroin
♪
There is no sugar in my blood
There is no bitch inside my step
I'm as rude as they will come
Please don't you fucking forget
I got that thang on me, I got that weight on me
Watch what you say to me now
Pistol in face, homie, my niggas stay with me
They got them thangs, homie
I got that thang on me, I got that weight on me
Watch what you say to me now
Pistol in face, homie, my niggas stay with me
They got them thangs, homie now
I got that thang on me, I got that weight on me
Watch what you say to me now
Pistol in face, homie, my niggas stay with me
They got them thangs, homie
I got that thang on me, I got that weight on me
Watch what you say to me now
Pistol in face, homie, my niggas stay with me
They got them thangs, homie now
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These horns don't get bloody for no reason
This the season for open season on bitch niggas
Ditch diggin', I promise I ain't no bitch nigga
Squeeze quicker, my ligaments on twitch, hittin'
Anyone that look at me foreign
Four homies in four-doors
Semi automatic weapons hanging out the
Window of the bitch
Funny we just kids blinded by the shit
That make us feel like shit
Loading hollow tips into a busted 45
Dare a nigga look me in my eyes

I got that thang on me, I got that weight on me
Watch what you say to me now
Pistol in face, homie, my niggas stay with me
They got them thangs, homie
I got that thang on me, I got that weight on me
Watch what you say to me now
Pistol in face, homie, my niggas stay with me
They got them thangs, homie now
I got that thang on me, I got that weight on me
Watch what you say to me now
Pistol in face, homie, my niggas stay with me
They got them thangs, homie
I got that thang on me, I got that weight on me
Watch what you say to me now
Pistol in face, homie, my niggas stay with me
They got them thangs, homie now
G-r-r-r, that's trump-tight, nigga
Yeah, wassup, nigga, ay, nigga
You see the rims on it? You see the rims?
You see the rims?
Them fifteen, twenty-inch spokes, you feel me?
Them— them the thangs, mane, you ain't even—
Nigga, I got two, new for the car, look, right here
Portable, haa, nah mean?
Portable, you know, feel me?
We got the basket
In case a bitch wanna go shopping