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Swipin' niggas for his head and turn his j into my spender
Runnin' out of cut it, got me cussin' out my blender
Everybody servin' food around this bitch like Thanksgiving
Brody take your ticket, way he slide, he hate livin
Before I bust a jug, bitch, I used to take niggas
We'll hit your spot with three Ks, I hate niggas
I know es shit at ten, bitch, I charge forty for a tester
Got some shit to snort, but if you shoot it, then it's extra
Feel like John Madden, I can put a play together
Baby, I'm addicted to the cheese, no mozzarella
Get off with the tan, same color as Nutella
Hundred niggas walkin' down your street, it look like Selma
I can whip it up, I feel like Brody whip it better
I can't hear no evil, see no evil, hell and Keller
Riden right or wrong, but still gon' tell my nigga when he's wrong
I can stretch a zone, bitch, I don't need no nigga put me on
Ain't no family in this, only J's inside my minute-phone
Hit the block and make a couple plays and then I'm headin' home
Junkie did a line, started dancin, tryna cut a rug
Smooth nigga, when I pop a perk, I turn to buddy love
Most these niggas lyin' inside they raps, they never sold a drug
I don't need extended clip, the five'seven", hold a dub
Swipin' niggas for his head and turn his J into my spender
Runnin' out of cut, it got me cussin' out my blender
Everybody servin' food around this bitch like Thanksgiving
Brody, take your ticket, way he slide, he hate livin
Swipin' niggas for his head and turn his J into my spender
Runnin' out of cut, it got me cussin' out my blender
Everybody servin' food around this bitch like Thanksgiving
Brody, take your ticket, way he slide, he hate livin