New niggas, I ain't into that, I need my niggas back (Okay)
New bitches, I ain't into that, I need my bitch back (Wassup)
Drop 'em, and bitch I pop 'em, they come too close (Okay)
This'll stop 'em, a .40, 'til his head looks like a toast (Huh, huh?)
I got mob ties, bet you suicide, try to cross the line
Pop me? Bitch it's do or die, aimin' for your eye
Hunt me? You don't got a guy, cause I'm outside
Find me? You don't got a guy, cause I'm outside
Crazy, wavy, Baby .380 (Okay)
The shotgun graze me, shoulda fuckin' maim me
A bitch never tame me, nigga never faze me
And nobody change me, mob still pay me
Roll up, ten deep (Okay)
All these shortys, they look at me (Huh?)
Cause I got VV's, in my teeth (Yeah)
And Lamborghinis, with no lease (Huh, huh?)
Pull up and I hop out, pull up with the Glock out
Pull up on a kid, boy was talkin', shoot his brains out
Hatin' cause my chain bling, hatin' cause my wrist bling
Hatin' cause my ring bling, bank hit, it's cha-ching
Roll up, ten deep (Okay)
All these shortys, they look at me (Huh?)
Cause I got VV's, in my teeth (Yeah)
And Lamborghinis, with no lease (Huh, huh?)
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