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Hmm, faked them niggas out, they thought I went on tour
I ain't even wanna go, been tryna start a war
I'm in all the parties with it, standin' on the bars
Run up on police with Dolla, smacked a nigga car
Huh, niggas talkin' jewelry, I spent a hundred large
Huh, I'ma spend that shit again because you can't do it
Hardbody, bet I beat a body like I'm Ray Lewis
Carbine carbine, act retarded only get you dropped with it
Pull up in my hood when I want to, boy, that's my shit
G at Gino, JJ mom a teacher, know I got this
Get to rappin' like I'm Drego, but this ain't "Bloxk Party"
Talk to niggas with my Draco, it make his block party
I can't rap beef, I won't get my niggas locked up
Just lil' rap shit 'bout to get some niggas boxed up
Send me a personal, you ain't fuckin' with the size up
Swing on a nigga, then bust his homies when they line up
Uh, big ten milli' pokin' out, I can't hide that
I'm outside on Maxwell like, "Where the slide at?"
I know damn well they know better not to try that
Freak ho, baby, I hit your BM with a sidestep, hey
Ho nigga mad I'm fuckin' on his cousin
Niggas that I know through other niggas actin' like they thuggin'
Boy, you a bitch and a ho, and you ain't gon' touch me
I was minding my business, doin' my thing, now I'm back on ho shit
Heat check, nigga (Fah), keep that, nigga
I'm in your baby mama whip, I got the seat back, nigga
She talkin' back, I beat her ass and threw her keys back, nigga
Still made her hit the road, can you believe that? I know you can
Niggas in they feelings, wanted features and I hoed they ass
Hahahahaha, he want smoke, so I'm gon' load the mag
We got toes to tag, oh my God, we got hoes to bag
With they nosey ass, hahaha, hmm, ayy
Bitch I'm Freaky Kuz with a K, I made my nina bust
I'm the leader of the Eastside Apes, don't get your nieces fucked
High speed chase, me and Dolla, bro-bro speed it up
I got lean to cover,
roll my window down, I'm leaving blood, hahahahaha
Huh, bitch, I'm leaving blood
On the sidewalk, in the middle of his people, blood, hahahaha
Mr. make the dog food walk on water
A nigga try me, he gon' die, put that on Maquel daughter, ayy, huh
I ain't even wanna go, been tryna start a war
I'm in all the parties with it, standin' on the bars
Run up on police with Dolla, smacked a nigga car
Huh, niggas talkin' jewelry, I spent a hundred large
Huh, I'ma spend that shit again because you can't do it
Hardbody, bet I beat a body like I'm Ray Lewis
Carbine carbine, act retarded only get you dropped with it
Pull up in my hood when I want to, boy, that's my shit
G at Gino, JJ mom a teacher, know I got this
Get to rappin' like I'm Drego, but this ain't "Bloxk Party"
Talk to niggas with my Draco, it make his block party
I can't rap beef, I won't get my niggas locked up
Just lil' rap shit 'bout to get some niggas boxed up
Send me a personal, you ain't fuckin' with the size up
Swing on a nigga, then bust his homies when they line up
Uh, big ten milli' pokin' out, I can't hide that
I'm outside on Maxwell like, "Where the slide at?"
I know damn well they know better not to try that
Freak ho, baby, I hit your BM with a sidestep, hey
Ho nigga mad I'm fuckin' on his cousin
Niggas that I know through other niggas actin' like they thuggin'
Boy, you a bitch and a ho, and you ain't gon' touch me
I was minding my business, doin' my thing, now I'm back on ho shit
Heat check, nigga (Fah), keep that, nigga
I'm in your baby mama whip, I got the seat back, nigga
She talkin' back, I beat her ass and threw her keys back, nigga
Still made her hit the road, can you believe that? I know you can
Niggas in they feelings, wanted features and I hoed they ass
Hahahahaha, he want smoke, so I'm gon' load the mag
We got toes to tag, oh my God, we got hoes to bag
With they nosey ass, hahaha, hmm, ayy
Bitch I'm Freaky Kuz with a K, I made my nina bust
I'm the leader of the Eastside Apes, don't get your nieces fucked
High speed chase, me and Dolla, bro-bro speed it up
I got lean to cover,
roll my window down, I'm leaving blood, hahahahaha
Huh, bitch, I'm leaving blood
On the sidewalk, in the middle of his people, blood, hahahaha
Mr. make the dog food walk on water
A nigga try me, he gon' die, put that on Maquel daughter, ayy, huh
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Writer(s): Casada Sorrell, Craig Jenkins
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