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If anybody try to hurt him, I'ma beat his ass, I'ma beat they ass
Come on, bro
If you say the word, nigga, you get five dollars
Oh, oh man

Okay
Nigga
Selling bowls of grits, didn't your man get hit and yeen slide for shit?
Icier than a bitch , look at my neck, now look at my wrist

Want me to start playing with that clit, you must go suck this dick
Put so many holes inside the Bronco, nigga, crashed the whip
I'm wearing Christian Lou, my pockets crip
I put that on nip, mama telling me to slow it down, but I love to sip

I just shot a fat nigga in the face and now he bleeding chips
I just hit a thick hoe from the back, I nutted on her lip
Steady sipping wocka, ain't talking bout flocka flame, pop out with twenty chains
Niggas always screaming, duck your taco till we hit his brain

I'm the type to keep it in the streets, I'm married to the game
You the type to put it in a song, trying to gain fame
I just stole fifty from the plug f*ck the dope you selling
I just pulled up with a brand new Drac, trying to bust your melon

All these niggas know that I'm a thug, I was raised by felons
I just hit a white hoe from the back, I think her name was Helen
I've been popping percs and sipping drink, I feel like a junkie
Banana clip on side me when I sleep, I feel like a monkey

Niggas been begging their whole life, but claim they getting money
I just put the stick on side his face, I'm trying to see what's funny
I just slapped a f*ck nigga named KJ, say he know in Macon
I'ma up that blick when I touch down, I don't do no faking

My homeboy hit the blunt and now he mumbling, what the f*ck you saying
Niggas really scared of the kid, I have him fucking praying
Look all on my neck, you see some VVs, you can't even see me
My mama 38, but I'm a young boy, I been fucking Nene

Shot him in the face, we turned him Stevie, you a fucking peewee
I'm a grown man, I got a dick, not no fucking peepee
Niggas keep on playing with my bread, I bring the choppas out
You the reason that your mans died outside the Waffle House

Niggas keep on doing what I'm doing, I'm they papa now
Told my mama, I ain't finish school, I guess I'm dropping out
Niggas say that we ain't have motion, what you talking about
She be eating dick since 9:30, she got cotton mouth

I start coughing when I smoke the opps
Niggas always say they be outside, but never on they block
Put so many holes inside his body, he built like a croc
Tried to buy a Birkin for my bitch, but they was out of stock

Why you keep on trying to get to know me, bitch come eat this cock
Bulletproof on every single whip, I won't go out like Pac
If I catch him it's on sight, you best believe that we gon' bust
Got a ARP, it came with accuracy, shoot at your guts

He be hiding behind them lyrics , like that shit won't get you touched
He dropped the lo gang up in score, you best believe we left him hushed
I done threw up off the wock,got F and N to shoot my opps
How you mad that we on top, just check my balance, time to shop

All my diamonds came from Waffi, won't lose a fight, I keep my Glockie
Spanish bitch hot as Taki, she can't stop calling me papi

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