(Here you go, fuckin' ignorin' me and shit, but viewing my story)
Uh, uh, uh-uh
(You wanna fuckin' fight? Like I'm not even motherfuckin' playin' with you, Benzo)
I know you don't get it, we was raised on bullshit
Tryna run the city, ridin' with a full clip
We wasn't stuntin' bitches, tryna get a hundred mill'
Made lil' bro'nem wanna drill, ever since he seen his father killed
I been tweakin' with these switches, leave me 'lone, why would you bother him?
Ain't shit retarded here, them drugs restarted him
I want my money today, ain't doin' no bargainin'
He ain't makin' it to no E way, the whip, we parkin' it
Bro'nem hop out killin' shit, homicide
Lil' bro'nem know nothin' but murder, quick to draw fye
She like, "Yeah," when I'm eatin' her pussy, sweet potato pie
Know somebody else been hittin' you too, know you don't gotta lie, no
Everybody else been hittin' this bitch, so why would I go cry? No
I'm crazy, stop playin' with me, bitch, get spied on
I already knew you was fuckin' behind my back lil' bitch, I'm spot on
I cannot go, lil' bitch, I'm grown
Bitch, get off my phone, hit the dial tone
Got hella spots, somethin' like the dalmatian, lil' bitch, I'm gone
Walk right in on the plot, they tryin' see how did I know
The city beat my phone, they know I got them folks
Walk with the killers in the streets, I always dodge the poc'
Sometimes I regret hittin' the bitch, that's why I dodge the ho'
Real niggas, my soldiers cold
Opp boy died tryna pay the rent, 'cause you done sold your pole
(I'ma show you how shit go)
Lil' bro first time on the drill, I told him he better hop out
If he bounce out, rock out for real, we done came too far to cop out
Ain't no nigga finna be the reason I get cooked, I'm goin' home on you niggas
Get back to the spot, stop callin', ain't tryna sit on the phone with you niggas
Let's bump, what's wrong with you, nigga?
Tell bro tryna leave somethin' missin', better not bring no phone with you, nigga
Pray for opps, his chrome better be with him
I ain't finna hop in no whip with no random, but I go with my niggas
'Cause if I blow, my stick start jammin', then I know he gon' kill him
Bro'nem hop out killin' shit, homicide
Why the fuck-nigga tryna play with us? I wonder why, no
Knew y'all was gon' spin today, lil' bitch, we spot on
Rocked out for a long time, let all my shots go
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