Estafador
Yeah, the real general)
(Deezy, J.O.Y bitch)
(Quick lil freestyle up in this bitch)
(You already know what's goin' on)
(Deezy, huh, aight)
(Stop playin' with these niggas, nigga)
(You heard what he said)
(Leave a nigga dead)
Bad bitch wanna suck dick, you don't got to ask me
Told the bitch don't call me by my name just call me daddy
Pull the seat back, we finna fuck up in that back seat
Bitch don't pay attention to them hoes 'cause they can't have me
I just want to fuck, you want to sub, you could at me
Fuck you good, you could call your own damn Taxi
We on that street shit, catch 'em at the light and we gone wack 'em
You better ask about that nigga J.O.Y he tote the fat heat
Where the fuck is you from?
Two-two-threes rip through a nigga back he not able to run
Big 'ol forty stick up in this 'nine, i'm totin' a drum
The fuck is you? Dumb?
All that shit you doin' came from me, don't call me your son
All that bullshit you rappin' 'bout, ain't never been done
Yeah bae i'm shootin' two's and three's but I've been the one
Shit, what you need? Money for some weave to get your hair done?
Street shit, said this forty fuck his face up
Ha, baby, I came to fuck, bitch don't play dumb
Shit you want a real nigga just like me, you could say that
Man keep that gay shit away from me, 'cause I don't play that
I done did a couple things, two-elevens, you can't fake that
He was flossin' his chain like a nigga won't really take that
Shit, and once a nigga make it
I'm a fasho be drivin' Maybach's, bitch
Huh, and i'm just like that
Five-five-six rip through a nigga face, he got his face snatched
Oh you would die behind your jewelry?
Aight we finna take that
I'd knock a nigga neck-less
You can't have this fuckin' chain back
Shit and when I take that shit then it's mine It ain't no take-backs
Yeah and bitch I know you pussy in real life you fuckin' jay-cat
Got this big ass forty sparkin' at his homies
You better stay back
And yeah, i'm not a fuckin' barber
But i'd push a nigga way back
And bitch I'd stay on your head until you dead
Just like a wave cap
Man a nigga hella calm, most people just say i'm laid back
But if a nigga take me there
We leave 'em dead up on the traintracks, bitch
J.O.Y up in this bitch
Nigga already know I had to gas up on these niggas
The real general nigga
The real reciprocal, nigga
(Deezy, J.O.Y bitch)
(Quick lil freestyle up in this bitch)
(You already know what's goin' on)
(Deezy, huh, aight)
(Stop playin' with these niggas, nigga)
(You heard what he said)
(Leave a nigga dead)
Bad bitch wanna suck dick, you don't got to ask me
Told the bitch don't call me by my name just call me daddy
Pull the seat back, we finna fuck up in that back seat
Bitch don't pay attention to them hoes 'cause they can't have me
I just want to fuck, you want to sub, you could at me
Fuck you good, you could call your own damn Taxi
We on that street shit, catch 'em at the light and we gone wack 'em
You better ask about that nigga J.O.Y he tote the fat heat
Where the fuck is you from?
Two-two-threes rip through a nigga back he not able to run
Big 'ol forty stick up in this 'nine, i'm totin' a drum
The fuck is you? Dumb?
All that shit you doin' came from me, don't call me your son
All that bullshit you rappin' 'bout, ain't never been done
Yeah bae i'm shootin' two's and three's but I've been the one
Shit, what you need? Money for some weave to get your hair done?
Street shit, said this forty fuck his face up
Ha, baby, I came to fuck, bitch don't play dumb
Shit you want a real nigga just like me, you could say that
Man keep that gay shit away from me, 'cause I don't play that
I done did a couple things, two-elevens, you can't fake that
He was flossin' his chain like a nigga won't really take that
Shit, and once a nigga make it
I'm a fasho be drivin' Maybach's, bitch
Huh, and i'm just like that
Five-five-six rip through a nigga face, he got his face snatched
Oh you would die behind your jewelry?
Aight we finna take that
I'd knock a nigga neck-less
You can't have this fuckin' chain back
Shit and when I take that shit then it's mine It ain't no take-backs
Yeah and bitch I know you pussy in real life you fuckin' jay-cat
Got this big ass forty sparkin' at his homies
You better stay back
And yeah, i'm not a fuckin' barber
But i'd push a nigga way back
And bitch I'd stay on your head until you dead
Just like a wave cap
Man a nigga hella calm, most people just say i'm laid back
But if a nigga take me there
We leave 'em dead up on the traintracks, bitch
J.O.Y up in this bitch
Nigga already know I had to gas up on these niggas
The real general nigga
The real reciprocal, nigga
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