My hair nappy like a rug, but ain't no mothafuckin' rat
We shootin' first, he got left
Couldn’t get right, what's done is that
I be fuckin' with a 8, even though they call subtract
All the firin' on his face, and he don't smoke, so picture that
My hair nappy like a rug, but ain't no mothafuckin' rat
We shootin' first, he got left
Cause he ain't get right, what's done is that
I be fuckin' with a 8, even though they call subtract
All the firin' on his face, and he don't smoke, so picture that
They left me in the rain, you know they left the kid for dead
Wildin' with no brain, it's like I lost my fuckin' head
Cause bitch I will not think, just like Marie I want the bread
Seen these niggas throwing shots, well imma send them where they stay at
Buck done stole the Q6 and the radio he don't play that
Like me rappin' bout that street shit, I don't really do the gay rap
Tryna surf, I left 'em seasick and them sharks came and ate that
My nigga love that beef shit, get the grill we tryna slay that
This a one-nighter, baby you just gotta quit now
Her lil kitty cat be bitin', but this [?] came to take that
This a one-nighter, baby you just gotta quit now
Her lil kitty cat be bitin', but this [?] came to take that
My hair nappy like a rug, but ain't no mothafuckin' rat
We shootin' first, he got left
Couldn't get right, what's done is that
I be fuckin' with a 8, even though they [?]
All the firin' on his face, and he don't smoke, so picture that
My hair nappy like a rug, but ain't no mothafuckin' rat
We shootin' first, he got left
Cause he ain't get right, what's done is that
I be fuckin' with a 8, even though they [?]
All the firin' on his face, and he don't smoke, so picture that
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