Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat
Shit
Ghetto Boyz shit, man you know what the fuck goin' on
S560 with reclining seats in the back
F-150, finna bring a hundred pounds of weed back
Jump out on a nigga in broad day, fuck a ski mask
Say-u-fin-do-what? Where my heat at?
Deuce, deuce, deuce, deuce, deuce
We just drunk a ten
Lil' bitch had a good shot, I wanna fuck again
Rap got me out the dope game, but I'm stuck again
Got caught in Walmart, I will never use a punch again
Have you ever seen me out in public, with less than ten on me?
Have you ever seen me out in public, without FN on me?
You ever seen a nigga get his head blew off, shit get real, don't it?
Okay, I understand he want four thousand for a pint, but I still want it
I can't wait until we get the drop
I can't wait 'til we find them niggas block, I'm buyin' a crib on it
Thirty shot Glock with a switch, I wanna kill somethin'
Before the E.D.D. shit came around, I had a real hundred
Thirty-five hundred for a pint without the seal on it
I act mean to my dope fiends, I'm a drill sergeant
I'm feeling kinda sick, I need a head doctor
If I paid five hundred for a line, then it was red, probably
Yeah, that nigga took a shot at me, but he dead, probably
I was buyin' act two for twenty-five, wearing Ed Hardy
Four-five make you move around, alright
Four-five make the crowd move around like I just farted
Picked up the mic last year and made a million, and I just started
Jump out on 'em with a old K, damn he just sharted
I don't think his car gon' go in drive no more, 'cause I just parked it
Cougar bitch 'cross the street was tryna fuck, she look like Ms. Parker
Joggin' pants full, fifty racks in 'em
Moncler bubble on, with a strap in it
Wild as hell, will knock a nigga out and I scrap with bitches
Hit him in the chest with the K, he just back-flipped it
You can't rap about the drank, you ain't an act sipper
Fuck the NBA, my motivation was a crack dealer
We can't be fuckin' for that long, I'm a fat nigga
You will never see me wit' a fitted on, 'cause I don't cap, nigga
We all talkin' 'bout the same shit, but I rap different
Last time I seen a Pyrex jar, it was crack in it
I been at your bitch crib if the ashtray got Blacks in it
I hope this bitch getting set to play, 'cause I only brought a stack wit' me
The nigga that I'm wit' throw bricks, I got Shaq wit' me
Real plug, you can get a zip for a stack fifty (Ten-five)
I be at the liquor store, in the back, chillin'
My nigga got shot six times, he say his back healing
Lil' bitch won't shut the fuck up, gave her ass Ritalin
Trendsetter, think I'm finna put forty pointers in a President
And I got a real plug on Actavis, but they in Britain
Baby, I ain't pop no percs before we fuck, gimme six minutes
Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G Beat
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