F*****g Around

Y'all niggas keep fuckin' around
Fuckin' around, fuck around, get stuck in the ground
I ain't no bustas, y'all niggas better stop fuckin' wit me

I hit the clown in the dirt
Jump on the top wit a drop, that nigga down in the dirt
The first nigga quick to get it first
Call the paramedic's 'cause the police be stealing from the hearse

I aim it at ya hat when I burst
If I don't get a Grammy, I'm headed at the rat niggas first
And I'm back full of perk strap on the curb
Slap that bitch on the third

Nigga done caught with a slur, can't see shit but a blur
Crank up that Chevy let her purr
We all from the curve bitch niggaz runnin up nerve

I ain't gon' let you die and I tag a man
Said you runnin' from the hood and I'm Pakistan
Bitch I'm a motherfuckin' jacka man
And understand when the motherfuckin' crack is stayin'

Y'all niggas keep fuckin' around
Fuckin' around, fuck around, get stuck in the ground
I ain't no bustas, y'all niggas better stop fuckin' wit me

Y'all motherfuckers better run 'cause we got bombs
Plus we got guns that take off arms
Got a 4.4 that shoot the door and got buck loads of that 84
And like John Doe, hit ya city

Start killing every nigga who ain't feelin this rhyme
And ain't feelin this vibe
To many niggaz goose necking my ride
But okay, my A.K. fully
Y'all niggas watch how you step to me

And y'all young niggas back the fuck up
And don't make me act the fuck up
'Cause its a another war, I'll kill every motherfucker that y'all know
That's yo ma, pa, sister n law, yo' daddy, yo' dog and yo' hoe

Now I ain't claim to be a saint and no goddamn serial killer
I just wanna know my nigga what made you disrespect a nigga
What you thought I was buster, sucker, a rapper or actor
Nigga rat to the cracker yep they'll protect ya but one day fuck nigga I'm
Gon catch ya

Y'all niggas keep fuckin' around
Fuckin' around, fuck around, get stuck in the ground
I ain't no bustas, y'all niggas better stop fuckin' wit me

Been got my B's got my cheese
Fuck nigga you don't play wit G'
Cock back aim and squeeze
Now ya ass on the ground wit the trees

My ole boy didn't raise no snitch
My ole girl didn't raise no bitch
You outta line I'll kill you bitch
Now put that shit on my chick

Man, I pull bout 26 bitches
Gotta perk shit 26 inches
On the concrete nigga
Gotta lace on the concrete nigga

At least when I rap a lot
Break down O's in the trap a lot
Fuck nigga, I got crip for days
Slip n Slide wit dem boys from Dade

305 to the 404, G shit we'll take ya hoe
Look dog we'll take ya bricks
Fuck you nigga I hope it's worth it
Spray ya ass like a job from perfect
Gay man suck a dick A-T-L, Dade County and Trick

Y'all niggas keep fuckin' around
Fuckin' around, fuck around, get stuck in the ground
I ain't no bustas, y'all niggas better stop fuckin' wit me

Y'all suck ass niggas keep playin' wit me
Fuck around see me with AK in the streets
Start bussin' makin' motherfuckers lay in the streets
All 'cause of what a nigga say on the beat

Look I'ma G that's sayin' the least
From trappin' to sprayin' the heat to wearin' the key
Instead of all that attention you were payin' to me
You should have been mindin' ya business and keepin' it pimpin'

But I know most niggas ain't built like that
Just know old niggas get killed like that
You don't wanna fuck around with Tip like that
Look Flip when the body bag zip that's that

Niggaz wanna talk shit and cock deuce
Wit this fully automatic Mack 10's start shootin'
So you can run hide and tell lies if you want to
But when I fuck around and run up on you
What you gon' do?



Credits
Writer(s): Clifford Harris, Jay Jenkins, Maurice Young, Carlos D. Hernandez, Chris Blanding, Maurice Marshall
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