Oh, oh
Oh, oh
(Damn, osrisis, give me that drip) Oh, oh
(Cz Beats, why you do 'em like that?) Hey
Oh, oh
Oh, oh-woah (Hey)
I been with them robbers and them fuckin' thugs, you best come up off of that
I was tweaking off them drugs, God, my pain was talking back (Uh)
Heard you brought your fuckin' gun, they spark it up, we sparkin' back (Boom)
Bitch, I'm from the 'Raq, this shit get serious as a heart attack (Sheesh)
Who said who want smoke? He fuckin' dumb, come on, bro, who started that?
Came up from that fuckin' mud, it ain't too much shit hard as that
Bitch, I'm really rich, boy, how you flexin' with that starter pack?
Hey, coach, you fallin' off, you best go get your fuckin' starters back
Bitch, I feel like 50, I know many men that want me dead
I've been trappin', made a pretty penny, put it on his head
And I need every penny, play with Benjis, put that bitch to bed
Ayy, shawty wanna kick it with me, bitch, you pretty, but I ain't got no leg
I got rich and took care all my dogs just like a veterinary
These niggas be sweet, they don't want no beef for real, these bitches vegetarian
When I was blue, I said I needed you, bitch, you weren't never there
I been numb like feelings never grew, it's like I never care
Give two fucks, she purty, I might just hit it once 'cause the body too perfect
I only pick my phone up for money, that's urgent
I still be fightin' problems, my bottles be serpent
I pulled the foreign straight out the lot, it was swervin' (Skrrt)
Lil' buddy never shot a new Glock 'cause he nervous (Nah)
I made a hundred racks, you was clockin' the work shift
I told my brodie stand on that block if he work less (Duh)
I might hit a ho, then got to go, I can't run out of time
Ho, don't hit my phone when I'm at home, these bitches out of line
This stick on me, you tweak, we blow this bitch up just like Columbine (Boom)
Lord, forgive me, I've been in the streets, so lots of mamas cryin'
Opposition stretched, we celebrate just like Osama died
Pull up with that switchy, get 'em cinched when it's drama time
This shit on the floor, you know what you know, but bitch, don't drop a dime
We can't catch that nigga, catch his brother on his mama side
I been with them robbers and them fuckin' thugs, you best come up off of that
I was tweaking off them drugs, God, my pain was talking back (Ayy)
Heard you brought your fuckin' gun, they spark it up, we sparkin' back (Ayy)
Bitch, I'm from the 'Raq, this shit get serious as a heart attack (Sheesh)
Who said who want smoke? He fuckin' dumb, come on, bro, who started that? (Ayy)
Came up from that fuckin' mud, it ain't too much shit hard as that (Ayy)
Bitch, I'm really rich, boy, how you flexin' with that starter pack?
Hey, coach, you fallin' off, you best go get your fuckin' starters back
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