EA INTRO
Why ya keep playing with me?
Bitch nigga talking to me like a kid
What you saying to me?
I got a four five
Glock nine
And a whole motherfucking land
Gone ride for me
You can die for free
It won't even cost a fee
They gone see ya blood splattered
All across the seat
Like an Uber
They, they
They they gone see ya
Blood splattered all across the seat
Don't talk to me like that
Back up
Before you get your ass smacked up
Don't let the act get you to act up
Both eyes nigga better watch your back 'cause
See what I'ma do
Send a bitch to ya crew
Then I'ma come find you
While you slipping and dipping
Off with your side bitch (ooh)
Popping his brain
Out of his head like ooh (yeah)
Giving him two to the dome piece
And send him home to his momma
In a chrome piece
Told her to sign a long lease
Fuck with my paper get lead
Tryna to stop a real nigga
From getting his bread (oh, no)
Keep talking to a grown man
If I kill
Bitch I'ma get it how I live
Take security out of his homeland
Celebrated like the soldier
Who won it in Afgan
Do the hammer dance
I'm the Indian rain man
I get in ya brain man
The flow is insane man
I get in the lane and
Fly like a airplane
The site of you seeing me
You niggas ain't got a chance
No joke
You want weed?
No smoke
So recognize a threat
For you niggas approach
Or be the next victim found
With a knife in ya throat
Bitch nigga talking to me like a kid
What you saying to me?
I got a four five
Glock nine
And a whole motherfucking land
Gone ride for me
You can die for free
It won't even cost a fee
They gone see ya blood splattered
All across the seat
Like an Uber
They, they
They they gone see ya
Blood splattered all across the seat
Don't talk to me like that
Back up
Before you get your ass smacked up
Don't let the act get you to act up
Both eyes nigga better watch your back 'cause
See what I'ma do
Send a bitch to ya crew
Then I'ma come find you
While you slipping and dipping
Off with your side bitch (ooh)
Popping his brain
Out of his head like ooh (yeah)
Giving him two to the dome piece
And send him home to his momma
In a chrome piece
Told her to sign a long lease
Fuck with my paper get lead
Tryna to stop a real nigga
From getting his bread (oh, no)
Keep talking to a grown man
If I kill
Bitch I'ma get it how I live
Take security out of his homeland
Celebrated like the soldier
Who won it in Afgan
Do the hammer dance
I'm the Indian rain man
I get in ya brain man
The flow is insane man
I get in the lane and
Fly like a airplane
The site of you seeing me
You niggas ain't got a chance
No joke
You want weed?
No smoke
So recognize a threat
For you niggas approach
Or be the next victim found
With a knife in ya throat
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