Fuck is you talkin bout
RYRY2GREEDY
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Oh yea oh yea oh yea Niggas tried to diss me so we pulled up in the scat pack Don't you try to cap on me I'm quick to knock a cap back All my niggas head hunters Quick to knock a scalp back I put all my niggas on What you know about that Tired of niggas say they pushin P but ain put no one on I just had a freak bitch say she wanna f*ck me to my song Counting all these bands up with the gang bitch I can't do no wrong Mixing up the Bape with the Balenci that's just what I'm on I'm the don like Al Capone She a freak I said cmon Oh shit I just fucked this bitch with my balenciaga on If it ain about a check then please do not hit up my phone Gave this bitch the dick one time and now she ain gon leave me alone She like my ice she like my stones My bitch bad like Rubi Rose All my niggas eat I pass the cheese like Ricky Rubio I can't f*ck no groupie hoe Can't fool me like foolio Feel like Gordon Ramsay when I cook up in the studio I'm off different pills and lean my head feel like I'm in a trance Told that bitch to f*ck it up you know I love to see you dance She said do you love me I can't love bitch I'm a rockstar I been smoking crazy blow through pounds just like a Rasta This bitch finna suck me on the couch I'm feelin lazy Damn Damn that head game was amazing I been sippin codeine pray that shit don't make me crazy You niggas fugazi Got a bitch named Hailey Quit the dissin on the net if you ain finna spray me Started a new wave this rappin got me feelin wavy Double cup it got some venom FN in these ksubi denims I sip on this cup and then I talk my shit on instrumentals I make hits I'm back to back Wake up then I count the racks You a broke boy Sip on robitussin can't even get some Ak Matter fact just kick the lean Chrome hearts and Amiri jeans You f*ck once you gotta keep her, I f*ck once I gotta leave her I talk shit like I'm a preacher You wanna get rich then I could teach ya You niggas ain really in the field you niggas in the bleachers Oooh Oooh Ian done rappin If you see me at the ATM just know I got the racks in If that nigga miss a shot you know we finna double back I got a rack in each pocket so you know I keep double racks I can't go to sleep I'm paranoid they wanna see me fall That nigga been hating from the jump now he gone see me ball
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