(Ayy, Harto cooked this one up)
Ayy, Juu
Ayy
I think I feel this shit right here
Wop
Mob
Uh
Uh, uh, uh
I couldn't play, had to get on my shit
They cutting me off, forgetting I'm winning
But I'ma get back, I'm a hell of a nigga
Uh, you could believe 'em, I know they pretending
Looks deceiving, them niggas ain't spending
Bitch-ass rappers can't go to they trenches
If I had an M, I could live in them bitches
'Bout youngins who killers and send 'em to get you
Long live 30, that shit in my pistol
If I run it to 'em, it's people going missing
They must been informants the way they be tipping
I'm all about money, it's all in my interest
Homicide ???[0:36] keep on coming to get 'em
They come right to me after niggas get finished
From the shit niggas told 'em, I thought they was in it
Ayy
Niggas tipping to 12 and shit
I'm only giving out real bars, lookit
Wop
Uh, I'm 'bout to spin me another block
Bodying one, I just bought me another Glock
Go up to Heights, I could thug it on Cutter block
Long live Cut, I'm eager to go rock
Get in the car and we rocking, we rolling
If you ain't believe me, I'm coming to show you
My mother youngest, boy, I feel like the older
'Cause constantly, I'm killing niggas who older than me
Uh, we got a deal on them packs, come roll 'em in
I'm calling Quan and Chuck when them boulders in
Them niggas my brothers, they more than my men
I done went court, but still bringing it in
Uh, mob
Bitch, bringing it in
Huh, wop
Court, but I'm bringing it in
Yeah
Ayy, Juu
Fuck these niggas
Uh, uh
I used to steal, hop right in that truck like
How you a shooter and don't keep it shut tight?
Chicken fajitas, I get 'em wrapped right
Ain't talking Apple, I show with that MAC like
Two blocks, one day, dead back to back like
Hot-ass niggas, I'm calling 'em termites
Fishing the 'Cat through Marlboro Pike
Fuck yeah, know you gon' come in the daylight
'Cause I want 'em burned from the stick in the sunlight
They spinned through the yo, but them niggas ain't come right
The nigga you hit came back through the same night
They need a plan 'cause they don't got they game right
The way I do bitches, they saying it ain't right
Even on dates, I be keeping that thing tight
Bet you I'll pull this bitch out in plain sight
Uh, Wop, I hit his bitch, it was all for a game night
I'm not a ho, boo, I just like to sling pipes
Can't stay with me 'less I'm fucking you all night
He tried to triple cross, I killed him on sight
Keep it so much, niggas think I was born tight
Fuck a whole lot of bitches, I'm living that porn life
Orgies on birthdays, cheers to more life
Even the Devil can't get me to sacrifice
You wanna climb, but it's gon' be a long hike
Helping my mother and son in my own life
Stay in my child life, make sure he grow right
What's done in the dark, it ain't come to the sunlight
I was loving the bitch and I knew that she wasn't right
How the fuck you gon' leave if ???[2:18] right?
You know the consequences if you go away
Come through our hood, get slapped like the doorway
Youngest tryna spin, I give him a throwaway
Why you on the block if you be in the way?
We call a whole brick Fifty Shades of Grey
Pounds in the oven, I ain't making cake
Stovetop broke, I'ma bake the weight
I ain't never boxed, but I could make the weight
Dump it out and use the razor for the shake
Wop
Niggas ain't fucking with me
I told y'all
Bitch
I don't never think none of you niggas fucking with me
I'll be back soon
I'm turning myself in tomorrow
I'll be back soon
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