Lyrics:
Orleans nigga, nigga just don't be retarded
We done lost everything and you looking like a bargain
Purple weed, purple drink, Purple Heart sergeant
I'm
you know I'm going slime em
and the b*tches on d*ck but you know I don't mind em
if ah n*ggas start reachin' you know imma foul em
imma stand
I love it when you catch me by surprise
Not f*ckin’ with the b*tches that you know
Tell ‘em I’ll put ‘em in the dirt for sure
If that’s what they
Rock, ha
You can't fuck wit me
(Can't fuck with me)
I don't care about your imagery
(Fuck, nigga)
Give a fuck who you claim to be
(Fucker, c'mon)
sign i bang
Money gang money long money club
You can't hang
Big change, keep in range
Don't be speaking on my name
Boring and sad how b9tches trippin
Still in da trenches
Plugged in like a socket
One in da head
I'm ready to cock it
N*ggas like us
You know that we poppin
My n*gga be scamming
Just
slow, slow
I been movin' in slow, slow mo
I just be in my own mojo
Nah, we ain't with it lil' nigga, don't try
You ain't official lil' nigga, don't
the backwoods (No Good)
And that's no good
B*tches they be washed up soaking
Always sipping good never sober
Cha$e a smoker
So we rolled up
You can not get
Bro what the f*ck you want
Like what you been doing
Got b*tches they love me you know what I'm doing
I tell them I love 'em
While I'm doing my music
(Juvenile)
Do you know what this ballin is, I'm talking bout marble floors
Tricks in private jets, hoes behind Rover doors
You talked about me bad
do-or-die, homicide
But tell me the reason for lost lives
Could it be we all caught up in a scandalous system?
Fallin' through the cracks, blinded by
Cause I can see you want me more
And she don't know I got that sugar
I know ya b9tches bitter
AHA but I ain't really wanna fuck with you
Sweet
Know I only
be done
In the real league nerd not the fantasy one
Throw your hands up, you can cheer for your boy
When I hit the stage get a ear full of noise
When I
hundred pounds, how he gonna catch me, son?
This ain't serious
Being broke can make you delirious
So we rob and steal so our ones can be bigger
50
b*tch them killers mob with me
If you see me in your club or party, Yes I got it on me
You won’t catch me beefing bout no b*tches i shoot by my lonely
ace so you know it's goin down
He say I'm spicy
Ah my wrist so icy
I be lookin like a meal
So he really wanna bite me
I know you b*tches talk
But baby
cup
And I can't show devotion, yeah
No, I can't give you love
What do you see in a young n*gga
Is it money or is it the liquor
Is it my b*tches posting
side you know we all on go
I see they true intention so I keep a small circle
I guess I'll ride solo
Some b*tches that done stabbed me in my back oh
ordinary high school kid (Yeah)
Im not rapping about the b*tches or the fame that I didn’t get
But I can tear you apart just by spitting a little bar (Like
want ya life to be through
Ya gettin played by ya company, do they have ya out dare
You think Big Boy got hags, bitch you think you really care
You
niggas sliding for real
Who really with me, say you love me i don't feel it
Ain't no trust up in my heart so i lost feelings for these b*tches
I aint never
When I drop a deuce
I tend to do so in twos and threes
That's how you would be
If you were me
The fallacy and mass hypocrisy
Makes it impossible to give
Sh*t
(Sh*t)
Eatin Pancakes & Grits
That's my sh*t
(Sh*t)
Gotta condo full of b*tches
That's my sh*t
(Sh*t)
Big *ss booty with small tits
That's my
the digits and still wont be safe
If you put in the work the potential is limitless
Other than that theres no pill you can take
Just know theres a fork
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