50BALL

Goons, killers cut your throat
We gone have to blow em off
Givenchy on my trench coat, I just dropped a fifty ball
The flyest till the end don't make me have to show it off
He talkin' shit, it's for the flies so we gone have to croak the frog
Double F on the belt, compliment the Fendi
I shoot triggers for real nigga, so try not to tempt me
I had to knock the nigga off, stayed behind I just sent three
Drop a bag over at Dover Street
Already got the green pussy nigga it ain't no grocery
I'm a codeine fiend where I go the cup show for me
Extended mags and you in between
This shit is not a joke to me
I've been making M's, yes this shit is so fantastic
I passed it
Had to switch my setup up, got a new one automatic
Faygo with the wock this my new favourite tatic
I'm coolin' in the trops kickin' shit with a bad bitch
They really think they got me mad
I don't feel nigga, at all
I can take what you have, hit the right button and it's gone
I been up making it stack, knowing its mine
You can't take from me
Sonning these niggas I swear i'm they dad
That's why they keep hatin' me
Goons, killers cut your throat
We gone have to blow em off
Givenchy on my trench coat, I just dropped a fifty ball
The flyest till the end don't make me have to show it off
He talkin' shit, it's for the flies so we gone have to croak the frog
Double F on the belt, compliment the Fendi
I shoot triggers for real nigga, so try not to tempt me
I had to knock the nigga off, stayed behind I just sent three
Goons, killers cut your throat
We gone have to blow em off
Givenchy on my trench coat, I just dropped a fifty ball
The flyest till the end don't make me have to show it off
He talkin' shit, it's for the flies so we gone have to croak the frog
Double F on the belt, compliment the Fendi
I shoot triggers for real nigga, so try not to tempt me
I had to knock the nigga off, stayed behind I just sent three



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