Nigga, what the fuck we on? (DJ, you the plug)
Hm-mm
Mad as a bitch, fuck that shit, I'm slidin' in the stolo
It's just me and the stick, bitch, I'ma slide solo
Tryna crack you in your shit, I bet you won't speak no more
Tryna play me like a bitch, but you know that's a no-no
Dressed in all black, I'm on your street late night, lookin' like a hobo
Six shots all I need, I'm steppin' wit' the .44
If I go broke, bitch, I'ma score, come get it for the low-low
And they threw Ruff up in the hole for trippin' on that mojo
Posted in the cut, no Band-Aid, if I tell him, he gon' spray
I tell him, he gon' spray (I tell him, he gon' spray)
And don't come around my way, they don't play
No, that shit just ain't safe, that shit just ain't safe
And I just left the gun store, bitch, I'm like, "Who wants smoke?"
Inhale it, you gon' choke, ???[1:01]
I tell 'em pull up now and they gon' do that shit pronto
That's the reason that I love 'em, how the fuck could I want more?
Ain't no deers in that field, but we huntin', though
Back then they used to treat me just like shit when my funds low
But now I'm rich, bitch, I can buy my mama a condo
Just lookin' for some better days, I pray as the months go
Why the fuck you feel like you can come and play wit' me?
Ain't tryna hear that shit you said, I know it's make believe
Don't know what it is yet but they on the interstate wit' ki's
Police had got behind my ass, I had to ate the weed
I'm drivin' fast, I do the dash , I got them K's with me
Might fuck around and pull a race, ain't got TayK wit' me
Right on the scene, that's where he lay, bitch, we gon' make 'em bleed
Bitch, you gon' scream since your bitch ass been tryna make a scene
Said I was gon' stop takin' Percs, but now I'm takin' three
Said I was gon' stop sippin' Act, but I still taste the lean
With Krazy K, he's tryna show you what the crazy mean
They want me dead, what, you scared? Why the fuck you savin' me?
Mad as a bitch, fuck that shit, I'm slidin' in the stolo
It's just me and the stick, bitch, I'ma slide solo
Tryna crack you in your shit, I bet you won't speak no more
Tryna play me like a bitch, but you know that's a no-no
Dressed in all black, I'm on your street late night, lookin' like a hobo
Six shots all I need, I'm steppin' wit' the .44
If I go broke, bitch, I'ma score, come get it for the low-low
And they threw Ruff up in the hole for trippin' on that mojo
Posted in the cut, no Band-Aid, if I tell him, he gon' spray
I tell him, he gon' spray (Spray)
And don't come around my way, they don't play
No, that shit just ain't safe (Safe), that shit just ain't safe (Oh, oh)
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