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I do not f*ck with these niggas, no I paint these niggas, don't get a picture
And I ain't finna deal with ya I'm smokin' on gay ass skittles
I'm ridin' around in a bag Nigga know that I don't chill nobody
Nigga don't do that I'm high as f*ck, I'm smokin' good gag

You ain't got me stuck, high as f*ck Nigga don't play with me, I swear I light you
up Get no f*ck, I'm one of them big fucks
I remember all the time that I was reppin' this shit
One day she do me, I swear, I ain't even listen nobody

Better not talk to me cause you know I'm a blow
Play with me, I'ma wipe that boy nose In the ice cold, I ain't got no friends
But I got a couple bros, I be puttin' in that work
And you know that I be gone, come and see me in person

Don't let talk up on phones, no
You think that I chit-chat but I do not chit-chat
I'm speedin' on the highway like I'm runnin' for 12
I don't know why you hate me, when you get going

I was raised up in that slum, yeah
High as f*ck like a helicopter
I'm the proper dog, the type of nigga you ain't never seen
Been gettin' to the money and I get into my dream

Nigga turn me on, nigga I ain't green
Knowin' that I got the tools, nigga what you gon' do
You ain't gonna do nothin
Wide in my opps, lookin' through the motherfuckin' blind

Tryna find out my secrets, six year opp
Fuckin' with the opps the whole time, that's why I can't trust
That's the reason, bitch you can't even give me a reason
I ain't never gonna trust no opp, every opp around me they get popped

Bitch you better be glad you my sis
Real G, movin' by the G, cold, keepin' this shit silent
Bitch you know you play me, I'ma get violent
Movin' around dangerous, walkin' through the apartment

Walk through this bitch like I'm king of the world
Yo girl she nervous, she startin' to hurl
Keep this shit real, your problem gon' snake
Keep this shit real, your family gon' hate

Keep this shit real, your family gon' snake
Keep this shit real, these bitches be hoes
If you gon' marry a bitch, she a hoe
Just know she a bitch, so know she don't go

When you gettin' riches, know these bitches they don't give a f*ck
She'll leave a man standin' right there
With his motherfuckin' dick in his hand
She don't even give a f*ck if you don't got a car

She know that you is a star
Got that status, know you goin' far
One of the most pussy shit I ever heard
Was a nigga sayin' that a bitch ain't gonna f*ck you

If you don't got a car
Many bitches know they steady fuckin' on me
And I don't got no car
Man they know a nigga comin' up every day

Man they know a nigga fuckin' star

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Written by: Terry Williams

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