F**k That Shit
I smoke the dodie
Got shooters I ain't totin
Fuck that shit you smoking
Say you got a problem with me
Better be totin
Fuck that shirt you got on
Fuck shit only
Split your wig
Slaughter house to a pig
Hang you like a fig
Snap you like a twig
You can get hurt forreal
Fuck that shit
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I smoke the dodie
Got shooters I ain't totin
Fuck that shit
Split your wig
Nigga you a pig
Get fucking getting killed
I can make it surreal
I can fucking get you kilt
Nigga I can do you something
And I'm doing this in 1 take
And your bitch I'll take
And I'll take her on a date
And if she wanna Fuck in a Escape
Then she wanna fuck HBK
November 10th
1992 a beast mode
Muthafucka was born
After Andrew the storm
I took the world by storm
A bad ass Scorpio was born
You've all been warned
Mama named Nikki
Daddy named Quincy
I smoke the dodie
Got shooters I ain't totin
Fuck that shit you smoking
Say you got a problem with me
Better be totin
Fuck that shirt you got on
Fuck shit only
Split your wig
Slaughter house to a pig
Hang you like a fig
Snap you like a twig
You can get hurt forreal
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
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Pimpin been in my blood
So it's already in me
Got weed rolled up
Finna smoke this blunt
Free weed I don't need no front
Why you tryna front
Ima stunt
Punch out that nigga fronts
You coming up short
Like a bunt
I win
Your punt
Hbk got the crowd jumping
Got high af
Didnt have no plans
I ain't ruin your plans
But I'll ruin your plans
Don't take a chance
My dick bigger than they faces
Boosie dropped that
Heart Break Kiid tape
It got me hype
Boy what I'm repping
You don't wanna fight
If I ain't got the gun I got a knife
Ima love the shit out of my wife
Try me or call my bluff
My Hitta is kidnap tour wife
That chain ain't worth you losing your life
Young Sex Goblin leave her throbbing
Popped her cherry leave her throbbing
She got that
Ice cream baskin robin
She pop up now Mary poppins
I smoke the dodie
Got shooters I ain't totin
Fuck that shit you smoking
Say you got a problem with me
Better be totin
Fuck that shirt you got on
Fuck shit only
Split your wig
Slaughter house to a pig
Hang you like a fig
Snap you like a twig
You can get hurt forreal
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Grout shit
Sneak that bitch
Sneak that nigga
Pussy niggas gone run
When you swing
Throw your hands up
Rep your gang
Bang nigga bang
Shoot that nigga in the parking lot
And make em sing
Fuck security we ain't really felling it
I do what I want
I'm a grown ass thug
You look like a stud nigga
I get it out the mud nigga
You want some money out the streets
Get that shit in blood nigga
Riverdale lotta bangers
Lotta drug dealers
Selling Novacane and K2
She call me bae too
Beat your ass
Like you felled a class
Class in session
Pay attention stop being fast
1st place but when I run
I finish last
Fuck with me
And you gone crash
Make my young in
Beat yo ass
Only need the cash
Fuck yo past
Give me the booty
Fuck around Don't feel when you pooting
I smoke the dodie
Got shooters I ain't totin
Fuck that shit you smoking
Say you got a problem with me
Better be totin
Fuck that shirt you got on
Fuck shit only
Split your wig
Slaughter house to a pig
Hang you like a fig
Snap you like a twig
You can get hurt forreal
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Stomp that nigga out
Stomp that nigga out
Stomp that nigga out
Got shooters I ain't totin
Fuck that shit you smoking
Say you got a problem with me
Better be totin
Fuck that shirt you got on
Fuck shit only
Split your wig
Slaughter house to a pig
Hang you like a fig
Snap you like a twig
You can get hurt forreal
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
I smoke the dodie
Got shooters I ain't totin
Fuck that shit
Split your wig
Nigga you a pig
Get fucking getting killed
I can make it surreal
I can fucking get you kilt
Nigga I can do you something
And I'm doing this in 1 take
And your bitch I'll take
And I'll take her on a date
And if she wanna Fuck in a Escape
Then she wanna fuck HBK
November 10th
1992 a beast mode
Muthafucka was born
After Andrew the storm
I took the world by storm
A bad ass Scorpio was born
You've all been warned
Mama named Nikki
Daddy named Quincy
I smoke the dodie
Got shooters I ain't totin
Fuck that shit you smoking
Say you got a problem with me
Better be totin
Fuck that shirt you got on
Fuck shit only
Split your wig
Slaughter house to a pig
Hang you like a fig
Snap you like a twig
You can get hurt forreal
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Pimpin been in my blood
So it's already in me
Got weed rolled up
Finna smoke this blunt
Free weed I don't need no front
Why you tryna front
Ima stunt
Punch out that nigga fronts
You coming up short
Like a bunt
I win
Your punt
Hbk got the crowd jumping
Got high af
Didnt have no plans
I ain't ruin your plans
But I'll ruin your plans
Don't take a chance
My dick bigger than they faces
Boosie dropped that
Heart Break Kiid tape
It got me hype
Boy what I'm repping
You don't wanna fight
If I ain't got the gun I got a knife
Ima love the shit out of my wife
Try me or call my bluff
My Hitta is kidnap tour wife
That chain ain't worth you losing your life
Young Sex Goblin leave her throbbing
Popped her cherry leave her throbbing
She got that
Ice cream baskin robin
She pop up now Mary poppins
I smoke the dodie
Got shooters I ain't totin
Fuck that shit you smoking
Say you got a problem with me
Better be totin
Fuck that shirt you got on
Fuck shit only
Split your wig
Slaughter house to a pig
Hang you like a fig
Snap you like a twig
You can get hurt forreal
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Grout shit
Sneak that bitch
Sneak that nigga
Pussy niggas gone run
When you swing
Throw your hands up
Rep your gang
Bang nigga bang
Shoot that nigga in the parking lot
And make em sing
Fuck security we ain't really felling it
I do what I want
I'm a grown ass thug
You look like a stud nigga
I get it out the mud nigga
You want some money out the streets
Get that shit in blood nigga
Riverdale lotta bangers
Lotta drug dealers
Selling Novacane and K2
She call me bae too
Beat your ass
Like you felled a class
Class in session
Pay attention stop being fast
1st place but when I run
I finish last
Fuck with me
And you gone crash
Make my young in
Beat yo ass
Only need the cash
Fuck yo past
Give me the booty
Fuck around Don't feel when you pooting
I smoke the dodie
Got shooters I ain't totin
Fuck that shit you smoking
Say you got a problem with me
Better be totin
Fuck that shirt you got on
Fuck shit only
Split your wig
Slaughter house to a pig
Hang you like a fig
Snap you like a twig
You can get hurt forreal
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Stomp that nigga out
Stomp that nigga out
Stomp that nigga out
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