Good morning, America
We back at it again
Is it too early to say we the greatest?
Haha
It's finna be a long summer (Man, this beat crazy)
See all these chains on my neck, nigga?
Got Cartier's for all of my niggas over these frames
You get banged, nigga (Bah)
Look how I'm shinnin', switch the Rucci's for the forgiatos
Scrappin' up the block, bustin' holes in that motherfucker (Skrrt)
I only came for the money and the bitches
If a nigga got a problem, we can meet up in the parking lot
I keep a stick with a switch, bitch, wanna make me sick? (Sick)
Keep a .380 with a clip longer than a dick (Bah, bah, bah-bah-bah-bah, ha)
Zip-loc the bag with hollow tip mags, nigga (Zip-zip)
Applying pressure, stand on business (Stand on business)
I'ma show you niggas how to stunt like a boss (Boss)
How to stunt like a boss (Bitch)
Look at my chain, goddamn, killin' you niggas
Look at my gang, nigga, we literally killin' you niggas
All I do is keep it real killin' you niggas
Could've went to the league killin' you niggas
Feeling like Lesean Mccoy, give you crazy work (Crazy)
I ain't hoppin' on no song if you on paper work
Still ridin' with that (Huh)
What it is, nigga?
Still ridin' wit that (Grr, ha)
Bitch, I brought the Bentley off Photoshop, me with Halle Berry (Skrrt)
All I need in my life is a girl like Trina (Trina)
Big booties and Beamers, that'll suck ya team up (Woo)
I'm going crazy, nigga
And I ain't stopping 'til I'm dead, nigga ('Til I'm dead, nigga)
And after that, I'm coming back just to give that ass that crazy work
And I ain't stopping 'til I'm dead, nigga ('Til I'm dead, nigga)
And after that, I'm coming back just to give that ass that crazy work
Look at my chain, goddamn, killin' you niggas
Look at my gang, nigga, we literally killin' you niggas
All I do is keep it real killin' you niggas
Could've went to the league killin' you niggas
Feeling like Lesean Mccoy, give you crazy work (Crazy)
I ain't hoppin' on no song if you on paper work
Still ridin' with that (Huh)
What it is, nigga?
Still ridin' wit that (Grr, ha)
All that money you throwin' in the club, I did that last week (Yeah)
And that bad-ass bitch you think you fucking on? (I gave her crazy work)
Yeah, I'm feelin' like Shady McCoy, huh (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
All them bottles you think you poppin'? Did that yesterday (Crazy work)
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