Alter Ego

I look you right in your eye and tell you a bitch boy
I swear I look you right in your eye and tell you a lil bitch boy
Fuck you and your mama

Better watch what ya say cus I know u ain't tuff
Choppa shit big gun big drum
Mothfucka I know them don't buck
Getting crunked
Got a lump in my pocket and a bitch that wanna fuck
Getting crunk, getting lump, Stomped

Just stacks
Call me just lumps in my pocket
I can't stop it (can't stop)
I Got so much bread that they call me motherfucking loaf
I ain't a joke
I said tote poles
Rope hoes
With the lasso
With the tools motherfucka call me Lowes
Or call me sears
So much gear
They thought I was a militear
Uh
Militant like in motherfucking Lebanon
Nigga
I'm just Sadam (Just Gadafi)
Set it off then
I get it off then
I'm headed often
I'm breaded often

These Niggas steady talking
I can't hear
I can't hear
I can't hear
I can't hear
Get in here
I can't hear
I can't hear
Get in here
Set it up then
Put em up
I won't blast a motherfucker I'm just shooting them bucks, nigga
I'm shooting bucks getting bucks
Getting love getting fucked
Yeah these hoes wanna lump

I don't need a gun I got fist
I don't need a bro I got a bitch
Sike nah
Light pause
I need that bad lil Spanish broad right there
Hype her
I like her
The lockjaw bite down
For Christ sake
Been selling work since MySpace
With no gain
Been shooting shots since the aim
Username
Credit card scams I use her name

Use to call me just stacks
Now I keep a stack in the back of the fucking bronco
Like I'm oj with the white hoe
You fucking outta spite hoe I can't hear

Running down the block
See a opp get chopped on the block
Cus u might get gunned down



Credits
Writer(s): Dondre Heron, Justin Weah
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