DROPPEDMYCUP
Yeah
If a nigga don't like me
Then it's fuck 'em!
Got this nigga BM
Up in the crib
Spreading like mustard
Shit I feel like Ace
How hard I came in with the hustle
Yeah
Ten bad hoes they in here dirty dancin'
On white girl these bitches from the Hamptons
Can't sip Tris
I need some Quagen blessings
Yeah
Aye
Said he had Act'
That shit a fucking lie
Aye
I'mma be that nigga
'Til I fucking die
D-I-E
Put it on me
These boys can't play with me
Balling on niggas
Might hit a triple double
Drop an eight
In a twenty four
I'm putting up Kobe numbers
Nigga tried to strong arm me
I had to show 'em muscle
Know some dog ass niggas and they need some fucking muzzles
S-O-L
These boys shit outta luck
See me and Derc he got that
Shhh
On him tucked
Niggas tried to run up on me
Yeah
Niggas tried to run up on me
Then he six feet under
We was on sleep for dinner
They don't feel our hunger
Now I'm up
We gone run it up for 'bout
Twenty summers
Big four-five got 'em
Fuck
Yeah
Big four-five make 'em dance
Like he was B2K
For a few racks
Make 'em disappear no David Blaine
This real magic
Mamas crying from the 'No
This shit right here tragic
Sip too long get fat
Bitch I feel like Lucki
This is not no SCAT
This right here Hellcat
Yeah
Play with me that's the wrong decision
He gone die in True Religions
Hope that lil' boy is religious
He gone need a halo on his fitted
When we get to spinning
Got my muscle up like Popeye off that motherfucking spinach
Me and Teelay in this bitch and you know we fucking winning
Yeah
If a nigga don't like me
Then it's fuck 'em!
Got this nigga BM
Up in the crib
Spreading like mustard
Shit I feel like Ace
How hard I came in with the hustle
Yeah
Ten bad hoes they in here dirty dancin'
On white girl these bitches from the Hamptons
Can't sip Tris
I need some Quagen blessings
Yeah
Aye
Said he had Act'
That shit a fucking lie
Aye
I'mma be that nigga
'Til I fucking die
D-I-E
Put it on me
These boys can't play with me
Balling on niggas
Might hit a triple double
Drop an eight
In a twenty four
I'm putting up Kobe numbers
Nigga tried to strong arm me
I had to show 'em muscle
Know some dog ass niggas and they need some fucking muzzles
S-O-L
These boys shit outta luck
See me and Derc he got that
Shhh
On him tucked
Niggas tried to run up on me
Yeah
Niggas tried to run up on me
Then he six feet under
We was on sleep for dinner
They don't feel our hunger
Now I'm up
We gone run it up for 'bout
Twenty summers
Big four-five got 'em
Fuck
Yeah
Big four-five make 'em dance
Like he was B2K
For a few racks
Make 'em disappear no David Blaine
This real magic
Mamas crying from the 'No
This shit right here tragic
Sip too long get fat
Bitch I feel like Lucki
This is not no SCAT
This right here Hellcat
Yeah
Play with me that's the wrong decision
He gone die in True Religions
Hope that lil' boy is religious
He gone need a halo on his fitted
When we get to spinning
Got my muscle up like Popeye off that motherfucking spinach
Me and Teelay in this bitch and you know we fucking winning
Yeah
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