Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I don't even like you niggas
I don't even , ayy
I don't even like you niggas
Why wouldn't I bring my pistol?
Why wouldn't I put this Jeep in Track and let you hear the engine?
Did her wrong, she got me back, we don't even gotta mention
She from the streets, but she retired, her lame ass nigga got pension
I miss the hood, I ain't gon' lie, my momma said, "Don't risk it"
I looked the Barbie in her eyes and said, "I'm not your Ken tho'"
I'm in the car, right now I'm flyin', but still too late, I missed you
Damn, damn, damn, ayy
You got me beat with that, I don't even know how you sleep with that
If the love real, keep it that, before this shit too deep for that
I changed they life and they don't even rap, the fans snatch me for that
Niggas want beef, but you don't want blood, you better keep it rap
Ran out of trouble to outta town, that's where they tweakin' at
Karma a bitch, she go around, it ain't no secret then
Damn, ayy, Tune, you kiddin' yourself
You do drugs to keep your peace, but they say you killin' yourself
I fuck you to get at her, and now you feelin' yourself
You so high you said you God, you must repent to yourself
Ayy, ayy
I don't even like you niggas
I don't even , ayy (Damn, damn)
I don't even , ayy (Damn)
I don't even like you niggas
Why wouldn't I bring my pistol? (Damn, damn)
Why wouldn't I put this Jeep in Track and let you hear the engine? (Damn, damn, damn)
I don't even , ayy (Damn, damn)
I don't even like you niggas
I don't even like you niggas
I don't even like you niggas
I don't even like you niggas
Why wouldn't I bring my pistol?
Why wouldn't I put this Jeep in Track and let you hear the engine?
Did her wrong, she did me back, we don't even gotta mention
Damn, damn, damn, ayy
I don't even like you niggas
Why wouldn't I bring my pistol?
I don't even like you niggas, like, eh
Damn, damn, I don't even
Ayy, ayy, ayy
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