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Yea, yea
Yea, yea
Rrraahhh
Man, they knew who the fuck we was
I had to
Damn, bro
Aye, turn the beat up a little bit
Oh yea we good right there, there you go
Come on
Aye, look
Walk in my kitchen, I got drip and shit
Young nigga want smoke, I pull up on him
He don't mention shit
All my niggas bang
What you claim ain't even in this bitch
And that nigga never been the same
Since I hit his bitch
He been makin' change, I got racks
Nigga finna quit
Half these niggas claimin' that they gang
Really finna switch
How that nigga talkin' bout he bang
He ain't hit no licks
I pull out that choppa, make it rain
Leave him in a ditch
Nigga broke as hell
How the fuck he doing robberies?
He be on that bitch shit
That snitch shit can't ride with me
They should call me HOV
You get smoked if you don't Roc with me
You can't say you day one
If you wouldn't spin no block with me
Said my nigga changed
And I swear I ain't believe 'em
But it's fuck him, to the death
Promise I don't really need him
And I swear that nigga deaf
He don't hear when I see him
Bullets don't got names on them
But the pastor finna read 'em
Put his body on a shelf
All my niggas really shooters
Nigga talking by his self
But that's only on computers
Bad bitches in the hotel
Look like they work at Hooters
Nigga talkin' bout he famous
Only got like 30 viewers
All these bitches tryna fuck
'Cause they know a nigga next
I ain't tryna fall in love
So I only want the neck
I'm a finesser
How the fuck Imma be the one finessed?
Bitches swear you really dumb
'Cause they only want the check
Nigga talkin' bout a choppa
So I brought out the AK
Nigga talkin' bout that gala
'Til them bullets come his way
7.62s, 30 clip
Finna let it spray
And I don't want yo bitch
'Cause she smell like filets
And I'm done hittin' licks
I'm just tryna get paid
And it don't make no sense
How these hit gettin' made?
Nigga say that's his bitch
But he just gettin' played
Take yo bitch to Miami
We rich like I'm Wade
And a nigga really poppin' out
Fuck you talkin' bout?
Nigga really thought the Glock was out?
Imma knock him out
And I came up out the mud, nigga
I want all the clout
And I never got no love
So I'm takin' all amounts
Bitch!
And they got us fucked up, man
YBF Shit, man
I had to
Man I had to scrap that other shit, man
I was finna drop somethin' else
I said, "fuck that, man"
Man I had to turn the fuck up, man
They got me sweatin' and shit
Ha ha, ha ha
These niggas is trippin', man
SCG
YBF
Remember that
Yea, yea
Rrraahhh
Man, they knew who the fuck we was
I had to
Damn, bro
Aye, turn the beat up a little bit
Oh yea we good right there, there you go
Come on
Aye, look
Walk in my kitchen, I got drip and shit
Young nigga want smoke, I pull up on him
He don't mention shit
All my niggas bang
What you claim ain't even in this bitch
And that nigga never been the same
Since I hit his bitch
He been makin' change, I got racks
Nigga finna quit
Half these niggas claimin' that they gang
Really finna switch
How that nigga talkin' bout he bang
He ain't hit no licks
I pull out that choppa, make it rain
Leave him in a ditch
Nigga broke as hell
How the fuck he doing robberies?
He be on that bitch shit
That snitch shit can't ride with me
They should call me HOV
You get smoked if you don't Roc with me
You can't say you day one
If you wouldn't spin no block with me
Said my nigga changed
And I swear I ain't believe 'em
But it's fuck him, to the death
Promise I don't really need him
And I swear that nigga deaf
He don't hear when I see him
Bullets don't got names on them
But the pastor finna read 'em
Put his body on a shelf
All my niggas really shooters
Nigga talking by his self
But that's only on computers
Bad bitches in the hotel
Look like they work at Hooters
Nigga talkin' bout he famous
Only got like 30 viewers
All these bitches tryna fuck
'Cause they know a nigga next
I ain't tryna fall in love
So I only want the neck
I'm a finesser
How the fuck Imma be the one finessed?
Bitches swear you really dumb
'Cause they only want the check
Nigga talkin' bout a choppa
So I brought out the AK
Nigga talkin' bout that gala
'Til them bullets come his way
7.62s, 30 clip
Finna let it spray
And I don't want yo bitch
'Cause she smell like filets
And I'm done hittin' licks
I'm just tryna get paid
And it don't make no sense
How these hit gettin' made?
Nigga say that's his bitch
But he just gettin' played
Take yo bitch to Miami
We rich like I'm Wade
And a nigga really poppin' out
Fuck you talkin' bout?
Nigga really thought the Glock was out?
Imma knock him out
And I came up out the mud, nigga
I want all the clout
And I never got no love
So I'm takin' all amounts
Bitch!
And they got us fucked up, man
YBF Shit, man
I had to
Man I had to scrap that other shit, man
I was finna drop somethin' else
I said, "fuck that, man"
Man I had to turn the fuck up, man
They got me sweatin' and shit
Ha ha, ha ha
These niggas is trippin', man
SCG
YBF
Remember that
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