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No killin' this shit, for real
Down, down, down
Come on
Fuckin' with the pepper on these badass bitches
She thinkin' she brown, so I might gotta spend it
Bettin' on the back of the Glock, keep glitchin'
I don't care, tripin', why the fuck you keep preachin'
Turn the lower back, do a 10 for the weekend
You turn ass food, I just might fuck all three
You wanna sell them gun, nigga, call me
Dog boy, jerk, fuckin' throwin' on the white seat
Two time with the Krivet, clip, fightin'
On my hip, flashin', nigga, like lightning
Nigga, wanna go on the drill, just sightseek
Glock in my pen, why the fuck am I fighting
Why you wanna beat me, nigga, he ain't nothin' like me
Dick is hell, that is enticing
Real bitch throwin' that ass, I spy, see
Come set a date for my family and crisis
You know you winnin' when you got white friends
Don't have emotion, like a nigga a tight-end
You already take pussy to get you ring laps
Oh really did a thing, I got me a leaf with it
We turned on the big mill' when the machine hit it
I'm a nigga, bona fide shit, big believin'
That nigga pussy still be teethin'
Niggas start rappin', you been here 'pete
Nobody wanna hear that shit, it's weak
Get with your opps, your nigga wanna leave
As soon as you perform, finna achieve my dream
Go buy a Drake, yeah defeat my lean
Finna look up, finna pull up on key
Give a nigga tip, he gon' come on the wings
Shake his tats on my ARP
And leavin' no trace be his fantasy
Crazy eyed niggas say the dime is theme
Mess up Designer, the Lamb' and Supreme
Perc' on my ass and I can't even compete
Some said two, gon' lit up the street
Shit he hard man, the car retreat
Real bad scar, can't live with my sleep
Right on the blow, I ain't never with no key
Other than that, know how to beat my feet
Talk shit, I know how to take criticising
Lil' Kim, you tryna be too serious
Can't even laugh, no foot on the pier
I ain't no job, I be working the rear
What can be done in the dark, disappear
I ain't really got no real fears
Gonna rip without, he gon' shoot with him
Forsake this shit, but I'm not in the news
Whatever you do nigga, gotta come true
I can't even laugh, got a drink in the bliff'
Shoot him in the face, I gave him a dimple
Put him on a seat, we gon' test his temple
Leave him on the street now he's cold and brutal
I imagine some nigga get wrapped for Christmas
By the air a trigger on the block, it's a train jam
She was out the club, I done put a dick in it
Ain't got five, I think I got about six inches
Ain't that fun, relax nigga, I think he got finny
Hop out the car, keep spinning
Hop out the car, keep bending
We make the dope, then send it
Red tried nigga, I should've went to Princeton
Green-eyed nigga, say rivet
Pass the hit hole like a frisbee
I was too hyper for written
Said if I snipe it, I made it a business
Free all the bro, they pending
I really work out of the kitchen
Scale up the dope, get busy
Red tried nigga, ain't got no pencil
I'm out