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It's real, name a ghetto boy shit, you know what I'm saying
I'm free to hug ghetto, yeah
Ghetto boy shit, when the feds come just be ready for that shit
Finna bust the AP, that's like Sydney on my wrist
I ain't mad as top hit this shit, I barely ever miss
I just pulled the seven out a trish
So much dog shit, when I die, I might go to heaven with this shit
I just middle man and made like 11 off a brick
My whole life changed when they put that tether on my shit
Eight hundred for a zip, this shit wetter than a bitch
Icy ass wrist, this shit wetter than a bitch
I ain't mad as top hit this shit, I barely ever miss
I just pulled the seven out a trish
When I die, I might go to heaven with this shit
I just middle-man and made like you living off a brick
My whole life changed when they put that tether on my shit
800 for a zip, this shit wetter than a bitch
Icy-ass wrist, this shit wetter than my bitch
Off-white sweater, cross a zip
I just offed a fake pine, I'm finna dip
Jump in a Hellcat, turn the traction off
They try to nail it, bro, you let the hammer off
Oh, you ain't never sucked, dick, well, take your panties off
It feel good with a rubber, but it's better raw
You can sell some cut dope, but it's better raw
We got the best work, we ain't sellin' no
Just took a picture with my baby mama, all you hear is aw
Had her sucking dick for two hours, she can't feel her jaw
I took a plea for five years, cause I broke the law
A nigga disrespected Chris and I broke his jaw
Niggas thought I was gonna fall off, but I'm standing tall
Shopping with the AR, had a standoff in the mall
Think I took too many perks, but I'm finna fall
Dropped so many shots in the crib, we done hit the door
I can make 200 racks if I hit the door
Spicy shit, when I'm in the booth, cut the skillet off
Drink came with my antique name, I had to peel it off
Bitch, we got our own swag, we ain't stealing yours
Cuban league, Hustle Dub, 50-40 racks
Shit talking, I made a genre, this important rap
I couldn't even pay attention, I was poor at that
Girl fucked up, I'm on my shit
Girl fucked up, Mike shit, the floor ain't bad
I just got a whole pint of Wacom poor hat
Tell your friend I want a threesome with your boring ass
Two years ago, me and C was just pouring glass
I know a fool here who bites zips, but he snort a half
Walk around your crib with a Glock, this a cordless strap
Crayon marble on the countertops and the floor match
My nigga did some bullshit, I don't support that
I got a nigga say he love me, but he don't need support my racks
In the old school money with the crocodile floor mats
You ain't made no money off a rap, cause you're trash
Yeah, I know the little bitch a hoe with the whore badge
Red bomb, bitch, she got braces as immaculate
And I'm not a serial killer, but I'm stabbing it
Don't come around me with your ass out, cause I'm grabbing it
Before I had a dime, bitch, I looked like I was having it
Glock bullets stick to his top like a magnet
They hit the spot, six pints of WAC in the cabinet
K-Bullet hit his windshield, I'ma shatter it
Hit the car so many times, he died from a bullet fragment
3200 for a pint, I'm grabbing it
I'm a team player, nigga, I ain't stingy, I'm passing
The only reason she stopped giving me head, cause I had to piss
Bitch ass so fat, she walk when she walk, homie
Bitch ass so fat, when she walk, she dragging it
Nigga, I was just broke from Rags to Riches
2004 chain, last year I ain't have a nigga
Nigga ain't gon' kill me, I probably died from the asthma shit
Little bitch feeling little with me, I ain't have to hit it
The drink ain't getting ugly, I'ma have to quit
Ghetto boy shit, now you know what the f*ck going on
Southern, yeah, yeah, y'all niggas can't f*ck with me
Southern Giants, I know that

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