(R4DIANT made this one)
(Yo, 3lack, what the hell, man?)
[C1]
Bad-bad man only (LT)
Real, not a phony (LT)
The Hillside's lit (LT), let me talk my shit (Bro, talk yo shit, bands)
Ever seen a shotgun aim fat two of them? (Bap)
Ridin' around in a paigon strip (Bap, bap)
My man got sicked outside of his bit (Money)
The beef never dies, let me talk my shit (Bro, talk yo shit)
I ain't-I ain't got nuttin' to prove to a bitch
I just do what I want, and I lie to the tings
Bad-bad man only (LT)
Real, not a phony (LT)
The Hillside's lit (LT), let me talk my shit (Bro, talk yo shit, bands)
Ever seen a shotgun aim fat two of them? (Bap)
Ridin' around in a paigon strip (Bap, bap)
My man got sicked outside of his bit (Money)
The beef never dies, let me talk my shit (Bro, talk yo shit)
I ain't-I ain't got nuttin' to prove to a bitch
I just do what I want, and I lie to the tings
[SlimzLT]
Let me talk my shit (My shit)
I already took that risk (They know)
It was me on the back of the ped
If not, it was me in the back of the whip (Of course)
Reach and I slap nigga 'round his kicks (Right now)
Slick that shit, you on the news at six (At six)
* got collateral damage
Now, he's in need of a walking stick (Pussy)
In a blacked out whip (They know)
It's gang behind them tints (They know)
Turnin' up, tryna turn man off
If we get that drop, man lock that quick (Ay, lock it)
Shit, don't get caught in the mix (Don't, don't)
Lit, tryna put you in a spliff (Of course)
Skitz skrred right back to the block (Skrrt)
Bill up an opp, you know what it is (I did it)
[C1]
Bad-bad man only (LT)
Real, not a phony (LT)
The Hillside's lit (LT), let me talk my shit (Bro, talk yo shit, bands)
Ever seen a shotgun aim fat two of them? (Bap)
Ridin' around in a paigon strip (Bap, bap)
My man got sicked outside of his bit (Money)
The beef never dies, let me talk my shit (Bro, talk yo shit)
I ain't-I ain't got nuttin' to prove to a bitch
I just do what I want, and I lie to the tings
Bad-bad man only (LT)
Real, not a phony (LT)
The Hillside's lit (LT), let me talk my shit (Bro, talk yo shit, bands)
Ever seen a shotgun aim fat two of them? (Bap)
Ridin' around in a paigon strip (Bap, bap)
My man got sicked outside of his bit (Money)
The beef never dies, let me talk my shit (Bro, talk yo shit)
I ain't-I ain't got nuttin' to prove to a bitch
I just do what I want, and I lie to the tings
[C1]
I lie to the tings, and I talk my shit (Of course)
'Course * then we give him a ching (Ying that)
Caught *, he had nowhere to sprint (Nope, nope)
Slim knocked him, *, he's a walkin' stick
We can never get tired of borin' pricks
Wind down the window and hold them pricks (Bap)
I love my bros (Bap), no homo, Locos, Loco
You don't wanna see that kid (No, you don't)
All blacked out if I'm takin' the risk
Switch it, and I'm still talkin' shit (Pretty)
Prettiest face, fat arse, no tits
Miss, you're just a type for Skid (Uh)
I suggest you niggas don't slip
Pricks, corn flyin' right to your wig (Bap, bap)
How many man's been chinged?
Wind down the window, dotties and things
[C1]
Bad-bad man only (LT)
Real, not a phony (LT)
The Hillside's lit (LT), let me talk my shit (Bro, talk yo shit, bands)
Ever seen a shotgun aim fat two of them? (Bap)
Ridin' around in a paigon strip (Bap, bap)
My man got sicked outside of his bit (Money)
The beef never dies, let me talk my shit (Bro, talk yo shit)
I ain't-I ain't got nuttin' to prove to a bitch
I just do what I want, and I lie to the tings
Bad-bad man only (LT)
Real, not a phony (LT)
The Hillside's lit (LT), let me talk my shit (Bro, talk yo shit, bands)
Ever seen a shotgun aim fat two of them? (Bap)
Ridin' around in a paigon strip (Bap, bap)
My man got sicked outside of his bit (Money)
The beef never dies, let me talk my shit (Bro, talk yo shit)
I ain't-I ain't got nuttin' to prove to a bitch
I just do what I want, and I lie to the tings
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