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OG style, baby doo-doo braids
I'm plottin on these sissy suckas
They run they grip constantly
My road dawg Lil John strapped with "M"
For one, we

I ain't listen to shit but I was acing all the test
She give me the lips and than she releasing all my stress
Come to my room we making a movie
Yeah,

I'm sayin' that my worth should equal what I do on beats
Like the same way that you treat someone
Invest a lil' you gon' expect some in return
Guess

and taking something from me, lil' nigga, you know we gon' leave your ass rotten
I ain't worried about a bitch, man, they come by the dozen
And I ain't check

keep my Glock up
On the dresser I ain't trippin', bitch, I'm up, double Cup

Full of drink Pourin' purple by the line, whole Wood full
Of dank Told that

I'm touchin' the sky, touchin' the sky
She know that I'm high, I got all these hoes, I don't need to lie
No talkin' lil nigga, if you act wrong, I'm

time we gotta sit and touch base
I don't have a club bop but I still got a fan base
Niggas out here talkin crazy wha you and ya man make
Money makin

heard them shots fire? Them niggas got head up in his back
I know they caught him now We talkin' all our gangsta shit up on the

net, baby So when we

Out, out, out in Brisbane City I'm the best, don't you forget it
I had haters talkin' down, will it affect me
I don't let it All the, all the odds

cousin went down on the meds, I swear that this life isn't fair, who else
And little by little, we gettin' the Benz, ain't takin' no less, who else
They

the lights now we inna fuckin panic
Hittin all these functions Flyest nigga in the room
Nigga talkin all these blammers shit nigga they gon boom
I'm not

Ayy, Tae Retro, uh, hold on, Tae Retro
(Damn, lil' FckBwoy, man, you know
That I be killin' shit, perfect)

The new MVP of the league
I'm leading

shit on Twitter
You a fuckin' bum
When I see you all in person
You gon' catch a dub
I'm a lover, not a fighter
What I'm talkin' 'bout
You can tell

But you can get popped by the real top killa
I'm talkin' bout the niggas that'll catch you at dinner
And shoot that bitch up and skirt off in a rental

to reach, but we here to just free my brother
Need him next to me, my head up by the feelings, huh, let's go
You say you wanna be rich, come snag next to me,

just for all the drama
Seen some shit that nigga talkin bout but I don't wanna
Me and my niggas in the field high off marijuana
Aye yo bitch call me

Why these niggas beggin'? (Why? Why?)
Beggin' with they hand out
Make me a purchase, I'm workin' my wrist
Niggas they talkin', but never do shit

just sit back and laugh, 
Cuz my hands turninʼ green from all this cash.
My pockets looks like they got at least two elephants, 
My neck got chain by

When a maggot hoe get in ya face talkin dat shit
What ya 'gon do pimpin?!?!?!
Is u 'gon ball up like a bitch
Or is u 'gon stand up like a man?
U know

By the dozen
I got homies trappin in Ibiza livin out in London
This real shit ain't never ever show no bluffin
Comin up now I'm hearin all conspiracy

play wasn’t even by me it was my lil dawg
Let me gone & shut up cause im done talkin’
End of discussion
End of discussion
End of discussion
End

shit needa wrap it up condom
He mad cuz I took his bitch in my honda
Presidential tent slide by like Obama
They Keep telling me to drop you would’ve

Sit by myself, talkin' to the moon

Just lost Mitch, on 8, ain't shed one tear
Numb to the pain, been through everything
I'm built for war, it is

it can't fold
Digit's coming by the load
Keep that vision on the low
Don't want war I got that Kobe
I come clutch I scored a
Goalie ya'll lil niggas