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My poppa giving up on me
And that shit hurting me
Got through the running around with saying
He was gonna murk me
Saying I'm bad but she don’t

scared in the field, we can put him down and I'll fight
I bought my bitch a baby Glock, now she trained to think
You can't fuck with a nigga that be

with me, he can't handle her (yee)
I only had that car for three months
And I sold like 300 Ps in my Challenger (no cap)
Wanna be BDB Ent, he need

No Question

Future

The World Is Yours

the game like Madden (Madden)
Money fucking do a backflip (rich)
Ride around with a dumb bitch (what)
They hating on me 'cause I'm dumb rich (rich)
It's

only gangstas when they log on
Im Breezy Baby call me Mr. Na Na Na Na Na Na Na
Hol up now tell me who fuccing with me
Cant let a nigga take nothing from

Bank Account

21 Savage

Issa Album

2017

really give no fuck 'bout who I hit
Yeah, your bitch, she get jiggy with me
Keep that Siggy with me
Bitch, I'm Mad Max, you know I got Ziggy with me

me
Still with me, pain plus work
Shit she made me milk this game for all it's worth
That's right, these niggas can't fuck with me
I'm calling guts

the four
This lil' bitch be naggin'
She throw that ass, Shawty drop it low
I can't fuck with 'em, they got too many vendettas
She don't fuck with niggas

I got the juice, Tropicana
I fuck with you lil mama
I got the (Boom) (Boom) the cabana
And then I juke juke until mañana
I got the juice, Tropicana
I

feelings
I'm just tryna count a million
And Ian gone stop until i put you on my pendant
It really fuck wit me  can't buy ma dukes a crib
What's even worse i

lil' nigga ride with extended mops on all occasions
I ain't surprised by my baby mama, she don't amaze me
They try to paint a picture of a nigga like

Get that bag, got that swag Call me Mr. Splash
Always runnin' to the money I'm never losin' track, yeah (Nahh)
Gotta keep my money in my stash Niggas

friend she wanna fuck and made her lick, lick (yeah, woo, smash, woo)
Goddamn, I love that freak shit (freak, go)

Freak, freak bitch, let me see 'bout

tricking us
Are you getting ready to go up with us
I heard you telling people you don't fuck with us
Blame it on the bottle you done messed it up
Next thing

bought a Benz coupe, fuck it
Get the AMG

I ain't never been in love, baby (In love)
My last bitch turned me to a
Savage, why a nigga can't trust, baby

(nigga strapped with the mac)
In the bookbag bitch, when I go road trippin'

[Chorus: Styles P (Beanie Sigel)]
You ain't ready for me, you ain't ready

the city
Put a tool in her bag every time that she with me
Tool in her Birkin cause I can't get caught by the feds
Keep a switch on the stick, we makin' sure

bout none
The chop
Aim it ya done
Lil shawty got sticky
She count up the racks
Got hunnids and fifties
I been blinded by the glow, I can't go out with

it steady
Niggas talking bready
I told this hoe, is you ready
I'm tryna eat that shit up
I'm gon' fuck some if she let me
Bitch, I'm with my twin, hoe

where the fuck to go
Can't be posted up with these hoes
You some bitches and it shows
My bitch gave me some excuses
Now I'm sitting on my bed wondering

started, I pop a perc', go retarded (oh)
I got the drip, it came straight from the faucet
Mr. Dior-Dior, they know where it started, yeah (oh)
She wanna

drink in the other
Leanin to one side, cooler than a motherfucker
With them gangsta-ass nicknames
Gillie Boy, Pokey, Big Joe, Goldie, and Lil Lane

can't make that hoe into your housewife
She ain't fuckin' with me 'less I come right
She can have some standards, so why can't I
She don't want no nigga

Big Dogg Status

Scarface

Greatest Features

2010

my game
Spread love to the hood is how I do my thang
Smoking weed with my homies, barbecue them wangs
Sip Hennesey and coke cause I don't fuck with