(Double0)
(Bolegs, this you?)
Yeah, tryna catch a opp late night and do 'em dirty
Same thing bouncin' out that FN, that's what sent his ass to surgery
Save every drop, bitch, you know my cup the same color as Kirby
Cut off time, I ain't tryna miss it, so I'm bein' early
Niggas claim they on back, they want me dead, they tryna murk me
I ain't worried 'bout you poodles, bitch, I sleep without no worries
Ever since I signed my deal, it don't mean shit, I'm still gon' spin
Bitch, I'm fightin' all these demons, just want God to clear my sins
I ain't doin' no back and forth, bitch, I'm tryna spin a bend
Slidin' out this S550, bitch, we got straps up in this Benz
We'll pop up on your block with different Glocks and different Gens
Lil' bitch all up her feelings, I guess she mad I want her friend, yeah
Michael Jackson, I bet this switch gon' make 'em dance
If I catch you out in public, his bitch-ass probably wet his pants
The last time we came through blickin', we let off shots and niggas ran
Hit his ass up with that Drac' and now he an ambulance
When I up it, tap this switch, I'm tryna knock off buddy dreads
If you actin' big and bad, I'm puttin' this bag up on your head
Growin' up I was doin' fraud, all my life I been duckin' feds
Give two fucks about your problems, I'm rich as hell, I never cared, yeah
Oprah Winfrey, I bet that Drac' gon' sit him down
Yeah, his ass used to gang, now his ass can't even come around
Rollin' dude 'nem back to back, bitch, we smoke oppers by the pound
Your block been dry, just like some [Ocean?], we'll come spray that bitch down
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