Yeah, really it ain't nothin' like her, shit
I really put money on my rivals, huh
Put money on they ass, send 'em bye
Why the fuck would you try a nigga, why?
Really don't fuck with you, fuck with the mice
Really had took niggas off for some ice
Really don't run up on me, lose your life
Really don't run up on me, nigga, frrt, frrt
Really ain't nothin' but a button on the back
Yeah, none of my opps ain't spinnin', now all of 'em livin' a lie
Yeah, none of my cards ain't BP, lil' nigga, shoot for your life
Yeah, none of my cards ain't BP, lil' nigga, shoot at the right nigga
I shoot blick, I don't fight niggas
I lay belt like Mike, nigga
I fucked the bitch, she tired, ah
I fucked the bitch from the side, on time
I fuck the bitch, she'll lose her mind
Still free dog, he did too much time
I did the time, I did too many crimes
I filled him up, I shot too many rounds
Filled him up, shot too many rounds
I filled him up, shot too many rounds, oh, no
I'm on the drugs, I did too much
On the drugs, I did too much
I'm on the drugs, I did too much
Really it ain't nothin' like her, shit
I really put money on my rivals, huh
Put money on they ass, send 'em bye
Why the fuck would you try a nigga, why?
Really don't fuck with you, fuck with the mice
Really had took niggas off for some ice
Really don't run up on me, lose your life
Really don't run up on me, nigga, frrt, frrt
Really ain't nothin' but a button on the back
Yeah, none of my opps ain't spinnin', now all of 'em livin' a lie
Yeah, none of my cards ain't BP, lil' nigga, shoot for your life
Yeah, none of my cards ain't BP, lil' nigga, shoot at the right nigga
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