Lyrics:
rovers, waking up with hangovers
God damn I need my brain sober
So I jump up in the ride and slide
Me and my nigga Jon Clue, just called he got
I don't fuck with niggas cause they switch on the bro code
Bitch these bitches always lien that why I trust no hoe
30 on the wrist got me feelin like
being a hoe
On text I’ll talk my shit
And tell you that I love you But you not gon meet me no
And they steady tryna hate on a nigga
Cuz they know
a good kid, lil nigga stop it
Mama couldn't buy me Jordans
With the food stamps hit the trap
Stuck in that bitch like a bootcamp
Hit a wax bag with two
trick,
All fucked up to tell ya that I ain't gon make me show ya
One, two, three, four, nigga
(Gra)
Mothafucka what it is,
Eye'in me bitch hoe
'bout
Wessons, 38, all that shit nigga
We got it on deck, we strapped, ho
Firzt on the track cMT for life, ho
Yeah bitch I'm strapped
(Fuck nigga, lil
bitch
Not even playing that shit
I got, I got, nigga the f-
Bitch ass nigga, before I push his ass yeah
Everybody got guns nigga
But it’s all about who,
with a Mac 10
Just got the pack in nigga come tap in
You high as fuck off that Lil ass dab
Pen, unload the clip and the bullets Get clappin Just got
as lyrics I'm quite content with celibate living
Wittingly unfuckwittable with these syllables
And fuck your syllabi, lil nigga been to school
The realest
I'm lost for word
Yeah man I'm lost for words
Yeah man I'm lost for words
Nigga hype in that bitch got the nerve lil nigga
Just copped ah pack
Now
niggas don't kill mine
If I bust this rollie down
When I do that
Bet I see it in real time yeah
300 the dash when I push it
Thats wheel time
See lil mama
drop top, Richard Muller wristwatch
Real Swiss movement, nigga miss me with that tick-tock
Push start, no keys
Fuck it up, then I leave
White
homies but that pussy got you stuck
I got game - somethin you stuck on
I want some money but you want to get your fuck on, trick
Shoot a nigga cause he
hotter than heat hoe
You know my bars be lethal broke and you
begging that shit is illegal
Body like art lil nigga just ease up
Strapped like a dike
dopefiends
Just like that dopeman, nigga what's up?
You run up with that bullshit I'll fuck yo' ass up
[Chorus]
[Lil Jon: repeat 2X]
You scared,
seen you was foul lil nigga
Acting like I wont pull up and bring that fire lil nigga
That shit you claim you on bitch im really on that
That shit you
black, keep that shit on my lap
Niggas, niggas, spankin' that drake, knock his ass off the map
Tryna catch me a nigga, tryna push back they hat
All you
feat. Nas, Lil Jon
[Lil Jon]
Yeah!
Bravehearts!
Yeah!
That boy Nas!
Yeah!
Me I'm your boy Lil Jon
Yeah!
Right now we going to talk
(Sosa on the beat)
I don't like lil' bets, I win whole pots
(fff beep, whole pots nigga)
I don't like lil' hoes I get old thots
(old thots bitch)
I
don't not engage ''cause niggas gone fuck up my mood
Thought you could ruin my day lil hoe but I stay on cruise
'Cause most of you niggas is pussy like
the lip
Exotic foreign see the fire in the rear
Smoke exotic Runtz it got me dying in here
Watch me intercept ya hoe you know that she picked off
Lil nigga
Aye ain't that funny they think I changed
I swear these niggas n bitches be actin strange
How this ya bitch wen the lil hoe gimme brain
Lil Nigga talk
that I'm that nigga then you picked the wrong one
'Cause I live by the gun, die by the gun
Hot bullets burn some say that them bitches stun
So raise
the dash nigga thought it
Was a vet
And that nigga a hoe put that shit in
His chest
I just got the load in I'm clearin' the
Check
Got that hoe off a bottle
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