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some? Come and get some, boys
I'm givin' Daniel Pantaleo a refresher course
On excessive force and pressure points
And dressin' George Zimmerman in
got em hanging they self I just gave em the rope
Gotten to far I can't quit had some people come tell me that I'm they last hope
The only one left
and this here is Tha Carter
Serve it while it's hot out the pot to your mama
And Slim tell me ain't nobody hotter
But get your boys some dippin' sauce, I
and this here is Tha Carter
Serve it while it's hot out the pot to your mama
And Slim tell me ain't nobody hotter
But get your boys some dippin' sauce, I
how I'm coming stay on my G shit
Don't make me off end you nigga get on ya defense
I ain't really with the beef but if a nigga got some static
I got
Aiko
Okay, homie, did a remix, now they tell me "hey, bro
I think one of them already made a 'Halo'"
Ayy, well shoutout my boy, David, his flow cool with
Hey Lil? Jon, know we tell these boys
When they campin' out with the blunt, right?
We tell ?em puff, puff, pass with your pussy ass
I said puff,
another incentive off my todo list
Tell and niggas don't flex jeans fitted but I still got that tech on me
Walking through the crowd throwing up the set
em'
No I can't tolerate being broke
I introduced the drug selling and the scamming to the bros
I got like 700 pills and a pint of Quagen for the go
You
to die alone with no one in my circle
Sad boy recites his life before he dies in the middle
Now tell me man, like where the fuck the homies since
don't compare to what I done seen (yeah)
They tried to kill me for nothin' (lived though)
Tell her yeah she got it bussin' (brrt)
Think about everybody
I'm a face one
We gon' smoke em' alive
Just keep it a stack
10 if the tank was on me
Would you jump in and ride
Boy, you real crazy
You think that I
westbrook cause I ball like the thunder
He on that slime shit cause that boy a anaconda
I keep me a stick like a drummer
I'm playing with these racks like
’m rollin and rollin
Smoke me a spliff I get high till the mornin'
Smoke me a blunt it get packed with some runtz
I roll up and put in some grabba it tumps
I
eas' and uh
So what, come on, now some of y'all people
Might know me from my wallabies
Pretty bitches got my number, y'all can dial me
I stick it
Did everything that I had to do to make it by
Did everything on my own and now that boy so fly
They can't see what I'm doing they tryna ask me why
Hit me on this e-mail, I'ma hit 'em back, see what it do
What they talkin' 'bout
Well I got me a couple pictures on this e-mail too
We gon' see what
and twerk some'
Heartlesssoulja, boy tell 'em again
I tell her, "It's time"
Don't know when I'll be around again
I got some time, if you down to spend it
Then
like nachos (Let’s eat)
They say that I’m bumping no pot hole (Pot hole)
I set the trend watch 'em follow (Watch em copy)
You done got you some bread,
still i’m shooting
All rush, so i’m zooming
Miles per hour, I got to eat boy I try and devour
60 minutes, you could die in an hour
If you won’t give me
going rock then you know I'm a roll
Aint tryin' step out the spot if I ain't got me a pole
Still gotta free Slime, Did his time up the road
I got caught
be on my shoe game with my snap back and skinny jeans
See these young boys they pointing at me goin I'm the one no Billy Jean
I got the word in
died, my partna just died
Nothin' else to do but get high, fuck
I'm 'bout to pour out some liquor
I'm 'bout to pour out some lean
I got blue cheese
left the Glock with the switch
Police gon' press you, we got lawyers, baby, don't tell 'em shit (don't say shit)
And I be rock-rock-rockin' 'til
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