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I work till the sun up, lil nigga, ain't no days off
I'm tryna blow up, I'm being patient its gon pay off
We play tough don't play soft
We got sticks like top golf
Pump fake, thats a air-soft
Nigga we can air it off
Slide down yo block and make a holocaust like Adolf
Bitch my pockets blue like crip like rip to Young Dolph
I hop in the store and buy what i want don't care bout no cost
I can't beef with niggas on the net yall boys already lost
17 going coast to coast
Buy drugs off the boat
Hit his hoe, now she pigeon-toe
Slayed her, Murder she wrote
Working till the birds chirp
Ricky, not no converse
Ain't talking money won't converse
I'm whipping the pot till my arm hurt
Hop on the beat going berserk
Killing this shit just like murder
Oh my bad my words slurred
You main hoe is a slurper
She said I do it better, you heard her
I gave her the dick now I cursed her
Ain't having no babies, no gerber
You lame ass niggas some perverts
4am, and i'm still in the crib working
Lazy niggas don't do shit thats why yall pockets hurting
I been getting money since you fuck niggas was jerking
Put that shit on now yo hoe say her pussy purring
Fuck nigga? Why you still on the gram lurking
I been out the way lil nigga, i been soul searching
Play with the klan, you get cut up like a surgeon
Don't matter what i'm doing, if its bout money its urgent
Stay with that bag on me, like a college student
I swear I hate to argue, most of you niggas be stupid
Why you worried bout me and all the shit im doing
I got me a chinese bitch i know she speak it fluent
I got two twin glocks, them hoes congruent
Tell me something I can't do, I'll fuck around and do it
I work till the sun up, lil nigga, ain't no days off
I'm tryna blow up, I'm being patient its gon pay off
We play tough don't play soft
We got sticks like top golf
Pump fake, that's a air-soft
Nigga we can air it off
Slide down yo block and make a holocaust like Adolf
Bitch my pockets blue like crip like rip to Young Dolph
I hop in the store and buy what i want don't care bout no cost
I can't beef with niggas on the net yall boys already lost
17 going coast to coast
Buy drugs off the boat
Hit his hoe, now she pigeon-toe
Slayed her, Murder she wrote
Working till the birds chirp
Ricky, not no converse
Ain't talking money won't converse
I'm whipping the pot till my arm hurt
Hop on the beat going berserk
Killing this shit just like murder
Oh my bad my words slurred
You main hoe is a slurper