Insult to Injury
Yeah, uh (Hoe ass nigga)
Why that nigga been ducking the smoke? (Bitch ass nigga)
Same reason I'm ducking yo hoe (Fuck ass nigga)
I don't want to have kid and I don't want to kill my kid, so I guess that's how it go (Lil ass Nigga)
Why that nigga been ducking the smoke?
Same reason I'm ducking yo hoe
Same reason I'm ducking the Po'
Same reason he ducking the pole or he tucking the pole
It don't matter, I catch him, I'm stomping his skull
And his baby mama, Shine fucking that hoe
And me I'm trying to, uh
I'm trying to fight but they gon put the beam on him
Bill Withers, you might have to lean on him
I ain't trying to rupture my spleen on him
Fuck it, Ima whoop his ass and bleed on him
Body bag the size of the hulk
AK got a sword bitch I look like Shulk
Hitting shorty so god damned hard from the back
Her head hit the headboard and she fractured her skull
Soul man, rest in peace to Bernie Mac
'Member the era of mama burning CD's that was back
When I was young and held both straps on my backpack
Now I'm twenty two and love that I'm black
Niggas out here catching flak like John Boyega
Yeah, grip the blick Ima bang him
Hiroshima the body, leave the stain on the pavement
I'll blow this bitch up nigga I was not playing
All black with a beam, of course he look like Darth Vader
But my shooters ain't no storm troopers, I'm with gang dem
Still with a bad ting, she Jamaican
I was in the backseat, giving facials
She was in the backseat, getting facials
Fucking niggas bitches was a regular ting
I was trying to give my old ting a wedding ring
I was singing love on the brain off the Hennessy
My lil nigga on the line want a recipe
I made a bunch of hoes throat goats, look where it got me
If she say the pussy good, then I'm hoping she top me
You don't see all this green, bitch I'm feeling like Rock Lee
Nigga ain't no grown man and he ain't finna pop me
Yeah, uh (Hoe ass nigga)
Why that nigga been ducking the smoke? (Bitch ass nigga)
Same reason I'm ducking yo hoe (Fuck ass nigga)
I don't want to have kid and I don't want to kill my kid, so I guess that's how it go (Lil ass nigga)
Why that nigga been ducking the smoke?
Same reason I'm ducking yo hoe
Same reason I'm ducking the Po'
Why that nigga been ducking the smoke? (Bitch ass nigga)
Same reason I'm ducking yo hoe (Fuck ass nigga)
I don't want to have kid and I don't want to kill my kid, so I guess that's how it go (Lil ass Nigga)
Why that nigga been ducking the smoke?
Same reason I'm ducking yo hoe
Same reason I'm ducking the Po'
Same reason he ducking the pole or he tucking the pole
It don't matter, I catch him, I'm stomping his skull
And his baby mama, Shine fucking that hoe
And me I'm trying to, uh
I'm trying to fight but they gon put the beam on him
Bill Withers, you might have to lean on him
I ain't trying to rupture my spleen on him
Fuck it, Ima whoop his ass and bleed on him
Body bag the size of the hulk
AK got a sword bitch I look like Shulk
Hitting shorty so god damned hard from the back
Her head hit the headboard and she fractured her skull
Soul man, rest in peace to Bernie Mac
'Member the era of mama burning CD's that was back
When I was young and held both straps on my backpack
Now I'm twenty two and love that I'm black
Niggas out here catching flak like John Boyega
Yeah, grip the blick Ima bang him
Hiroshima the body, leave the stain on the pavement
I'll blow this bitch up nigga I was not playing
All black with a beam, of course he look like Darth Vader
But my shooters ain't no storm troopers, I'm with gang dem
Still with a bad ting, she Jamaican
I was in the backseat, giving facials
She was in the backseat, getting facials
Fucking niggas bitches was a regular ting
I was trying to give my old ting a wedding ring
I was singing love on the brain off the Hennessy
My lil nigga on the line want a recipe
I made a bunch of hoes throat goats, look where it got me
If she say the pussy good, then I'm hoping she top me
You don't see all this green, bitch I'm feeling like Rock Lee
Nigga ain't no grown man and he ain't finna pop me
Yeah, uh (Hoe ass nigga)
Why that nigga been ducking the smoke? (Bitch ass nigga)
Same reason I'm ducking yo hoe (Fuck ass nigga)
I don't want to have kid and I don't want to kill my kid, so I guess that's how it go (Lil ass nigga)
Why that nigga been ducking the smoke?
Same reason I'm ducking yo hoe
Same reason I'm ducking the Po'
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