(Play that back, Lucent)
(TimmyDaHitMan)
Look, spin and ben'n', with a glizzy
I got youngin tryna catch me, do 'em dirty with it
Your ho tryna fuck me, told her come on with it
I'm like, "Who don't know I'm thuggin'?"
Better mind your business
My lil' nigga just know come shoot shit up, he the murder type
Different gen' Glocks, another type, foreign whips, got several kinds
Her boyfriend another type, tell me who don't know is I
Fuck with this bitch from Baltimore, from the same place got another type
Really rich, you can suck my dick, get murdered bitch, I said that
Know we caught up in this murder shit, I ain't take the script, and I read that
Pussy nigga, just another pack, aimin' out the Scatpack where your head at
Kickin' my flow to my four like I'm the reverend
Got bitches from the hood, I lay my bed at, they bang 5
Why I went to war? 'Cause niggas tried the same hood where niggas died
No Instagram, I could get life, that's why my life ain't televised
Better tell the bitch I'll take his life, better think about his momma cryin'
Come back wit' my enemies sittin' behind the line
Money be my remedy, and plus my bro's just poured a five
Sit up in my face, that ho be tellin' lies, aw man
Smoke some shit that'll probably blow her mind, I don't need no Xans
Look, spin and ben'n', with a glizzy
I got youngin tryna catch me, do 'em dirty with it
Your ho tryna fuck me, told her come on with it
I'm like, "Who don't know I'm thuggin'?"
Better mind your business
My lil' nigga just know come shoot shit up, he the murder type
Different gen' Glocks, another type, foreign whips, got several kinds
Her boyfriend another type, tell me who don't know is I
Fuck with this bitch from Baltimore, from the same place, got another type
Sick of all this fake shit, know they turn they back on me
Nigga know we face shit, I'm knowin' for a fact they see
Dirty bitch gon' try and put the blame on me, stanky ho
I be stackin' riches 'til I'm off house arrest and back out on the road
Kickin', pimpin', know that I'm a vet, I'm dawgin' all these hoes
Real Mac and tote that MAC, bitch I know you know it though
Gone when the Law came and was knockin' at my grandad door
Diss at me, we gon' stalk that man, might kill at bitch on side the store
Yellow bone, she gon' take me down, baby woah, woah
One on the way, told her she can stay if can she get along wit' the ho
I live alone, the bitch'll stay just to be up in here wit' my bro
Bitch know that she can't stay, told her pack her shit, I gotta go
Look, spin and ben'n', with a glizzy
I got youngin tryna catch me, do 'em dirty with it
Your ho tryna fuck me, told her come on with it
I'm like, "Who don't know I'm thuggin'?", better mind your business
Look, spin and ben'n', with a glizzy
I got youngin tryna catch me, do 'em dirty with it
Your ho tryna fuck me, told her come on with it
I'm like, "Who don't know I'm thuggin'?", better mind your business
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