Bro want some beef, he suicide, go hang
That nigga ain't got no money, he gon' hate
Put my scope on a choppa, it's longrange
She'll put that pussy on me just throwin' it
Like I got some balance, yea I'm gettin' on that
I got some talent, so I gotta hone that
Her test gon' bomb him up like some cognac
My bitch couldn't walk straight, she got a blown back
Turn yo' shit down, you gotta tune that
I ran off with yo' money, he gotta own that
He ran up on my friend, he got a toe tag
I damn near slapped her face, tryna throw a threat
That could be him next time we throw back
Mind her dumb ass lisp, she was drunk as hell
Don't give these trifling ass bitches no roses
Yeah get a green card, nigga gettin' too cozy
I seen that boy, like he in a collin
Real bad bitch, they only eat bone-in
I know some haters and niggas been rodent
Shawty in love she talkin' about I'm goated
I get high as fuck, yeah, just like I'm Odin
I need a whole garbage truck just too hold this
So much money It's coming in loads
That boy couldn't hide ‘fore I was wipin' his nose
That boy up the road, he covered in O's
I fucked his hoe, he already know
I pop out it's crazy, thats far as it goes
No problem ???, thats part of the joke
You ridin' on dick, yeah nigga you gay
Boy why you actin' like my bitch, you crazy
You was shootin' up houses, got sent to Satan
Yea I gotta new bag now, so elated
Y'all real deal minions, yeah y'all got baited
I counted up 10 racks, she went crazy
On codeine, I'm a lil' bit lazy
Get up on a nigga, he thought it was Daisy
And we pulled up on the ops, they thought it was Stacy
Now that nigga tryna run, yea bro a lil' hasty
And they send me to the trap, now police tryna take me
And I took a lil nap, ‘cause the police tried to lace me
Bro want some beef, he suicide, go hang
Put that scope on the choppa, it's longrange
Nigga ain't got no money, he gon' hate
She'll put that pussy on me just throwin' it
Like I got some balance, yea I'm gettin' on that
I got some talent, so I gotta hone that
Her test gon' bomb him up like some cognac
My bitch couldn't walk straight, she got a blown back
Boy turn your shit down, you gotta tune that
I ran off with yo' money, he gotta own that
He ran up on my fam', he got a toe tag
I damn near slapped her face, tryna throw a threat
That could be him next time we throw back
Mind her dumb ass lisp, she was drunk as hell
Don't give these trifling ass bitches no roses
Yeah get a green card, nigga gettin' too cozy
I seen that boy, like he in a collin
Real bad bitch, they only eat bone-in
I know some haters and niggas been rodent
Shawty in love she talkin' about I'm goated
I rolled up a bliz' she talkin about she floated
Im strokin' her long dick, thinkin' I'm folding
Pulled out, take the nut in her mouth, she a soldier
She a eater, in love with the gang, she a go-er
And I beat her, I'm rollin' up right by the blower
Put a nigga on a tee, hit his ass with the sword
You gon' die by that bitch if you live by the sword
And im eating her ass like a apple or pork
Just cause I need me bag, so that's manure
My nigga off percs ???
Got breath on me like you tryna bring a bass to shore
Whole street scared lookin' like a tad insecure
Crack that seal now I'm looking like ???
I don't care about his opinion nigga, I ain't ask for yours
Go head be pussy, niggas be cats for sure
Nigga like I'm gonna tax forsure
Nigga don't ask how I got that act' in storage
And yo' plug ran off, nigga crackin' up
Just like a pimp lil' nigga, gotta' track my whore
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Fuck
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