Bitch
Bang Man, nigga
Ooh, that's a Hardbody beat
Still on that bang shit, nigga
B-Easy, that's my slime
Bang Biz, nigga
Mind your business, stay the fuck out mine
You heard me?
Ayy
I'ma stay high as fuck (I do), I smoke on that rapper weed (I do)
They love to hate my gang (Fuck 'em), even the blind can see (Bust 'em)
You get your swag from us (Yes), we deserve a finder's fee (We do)
You would think this Marley, but my partner be throwin' them B's (Slide)
Found out I'm worth a lot (Huh?), so I'ma go up on my fee
I knew how to count the money way before I could read (Okay)
Don't really fuck with you rappers, I don't do new friends (Fuck 'em)
I know I should change my ways but keep the Glock beside me, twin (Twin)
I had to go do some time, I had to pay lawyer fees (Fuck 'em)
I did time for slangin' iron, but that still ain't stoppin' me
Knock down Delicia (Ooh), then I start bustin' up Diamond (Ooh)
Got so much water and diamonds, I could wash and launder
The chopper take a hundred but I put a nine in it
You say you want some smoke, I pull up, you ain't gotta find me
Cuban link bust down, I just left from Johnny (What up, Johnny?)
I'm not these other rappers, touch my chain, I'll bust your noggin (Pussy)
My partner say that brown shit look like soy sauce (H)
We quick to flip a nigga bitch like a coin toss (That's my bitch)
The way I cut the dope, I swear it need a Band-Aid
And I keep some freaky bitches, call me Backpage (Nigga)
Huh, that boy nasty, oh my God, huh
Fuck, huh
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