Huh huh, big 26 shit, you feel me
I'm high, I'll throw fours up anywhere, I don't give a fuck where I'm at, nigga
Uh
I spent three bands on a fit and never wore that shit again
I spent too much up on some shit that was too big and gave it to my mans
Eleven hundred on a jacket I couldn't wear
Bitch, you know I'm out that South and I throw fours up in the air
All up in your city
Pussy claim he gangster, gotta come and show me that you with it
Shoot you and your daddy in the face, bitch, I don't show no pity
Walk down, leave 'em shitty
I spinned with Smith 'cause I ain't have no glizzy
Real street nigga, I don't give a fuck about no image
They act when I spin 'cause I pull up shooting shit just like a scrimmage
Nigga tried to come through spinning in a rental, turned that bitch to a lemon
I'm on at least like seven Percs a day, I ain't got no limit
Everybody in that South, they 'bout it, 'bout it like we the new No Limit
Catch 'em in traffic tryna ride in that Redeye and turned it to a hemi
Every gun I clutch go rrah, we don't clutch no semis
Bitch, we got plenty switches and plenty more ammunition
These glizzies leave niggas twitching
Push the button, this bitch start to glitching
On these Percs, got my body itching
Money got my hand doing the same thang
See me in traffic, bet I make your pussy ass change lanes
This ARP gon' clip your head and rearrange your brain
Still the same Li Rye, ain't used to have a dollar, bitch, I won't never change
I won't never change up on the gang
Riding with mopsticks tryna leave a stain
Bitch, I bought everything you got
Stupid ho, you better never complain
And I spent seventy-five thousand on my jewelry, but I ain't buy the chain
My daddy said, "If you gon' be a real P, get a pinky ring"
Gave that lil' bitch half of my Perc', she ate my dang-a-lang
Just listen to it, you can hear my chains, ain't no boojangalang
Ain't gotta throw no salt, the fuck bitch, I won't say a nigga name
We got army guns, I'm dropping bags just to bring major pain
Bitch, yeah, I'm rich and I'm boring, come and entertain me
Just left Miami, but when I'm in your city, I still bring it
Rod, that's my heart and he gon' bang for me
Been a real nigga since birth, won't never let my brother go and sit in chains for me
I do my time just like a man with my right hand on the Bible
Looked the judge right in his eyes and still lie on the stand
My mama raised a real nigga
I ain't running from nobody, gon' have to kill me where I stand
And if I ever get the chance, I'm whacking you and your lil' man
So much fire come out the chopper, this lil' bitch gave me a tan
I'm tryna ship 'bows in the mail, but still smell it through the Saran
For all my niggas in the cell, I spend my last to free the clan
So many niggas hate that I'm the man 'cause I came up in this bitch and took it all
So if I kill all your partners and we get on your ass, who you gon' call?
'Cause you know it ain't they dead ass
Pop that blick with your scared ass
When I'm mad, I blackout, when I see an opp, my shit get red fast
Remember I shed tears cause we had a drop
And couldn't get 'em, go ask Red
They know that I aim for the head
In front of Rod, I left a nigga dead
And Lawrence too
They know they big brother quick to hop out and shoot
Popping these Percocets by the daily, washing it down with you
Lately I just been patiently waiting, they let my killers loose
I mean, 'til they let my drillers loose
The smoke I'm in so thick, 'fore he beef with us, kill his self with a noose
Got real banana clips, this bitch long as the antlers on a moose
He seen this shit get real, now he calling my phone talkin' 'bout copping deuces
He don't wanna do it
How you clutching everyday, when shit get real you don't wanna shoot it?
I'm on four Percs and three Addies, bitch, you know I'm booted
She too freak, I cut her off, this lil' ho mad that I won't fucking use her
I spent three bands on a fit and never wore that shit again
I spent too much up on some shit that was too big and gave it to my mans
Eleven hundred on a jacket I couldn't wear
Bitch, you know I'm out that South and I throw fours up in the air
All up in your city
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