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OH-MY-GOD, DID FINATIC MAKE THIS?
(On bro, I did)
(Rrahh)
Bow, bow
Bow (Where yo' bitch at?)
Lil5iveten, Lil5iveten
(Come get yo' bitch)
She callin' me her man, yo' ho bein' a fan
She love to dance when she with me
That ass gon clap, i'ma lend a hand
And, I don't give a fuck bout' her man
He want a problem? He'll get clapped with the shit in my hand
I'ma leave a lil nigga stretched, i'll put this shit to his mind and his brain gon expand
Fuck lil bro' thought? He should've stayed on that porch
Brodie gon' shoot, if you swing thru the Courts'
I don't fuck with the pigs, I don't even like pork
(I don't fuck with the pigs, I don't even like pork)
I'ma get me some gold like a medal, I ain't playin' no sports
Bitch, i'm built like a fort
Uh, we see a opp in the way
He gettin' jumped like an obstacle course
Bitch, I'm a Boss, Rick Ross
Shittin' on niggas, don't get me pissed off
Call me a Pit', big dog
You'll get three to your back like Chris Paul
Lil bro had a big fraud
We had his bank card, we made a withdrawal
Do a hit, can't make sure the pigs saw
I'll put the piece to a nigga like Jig Saw
Them niggas on that? Fuck it, i'm on that
Watch out for that car, i'm on that
We slide, you know where i'm leavin' my phone at
Put the blick right where a nigga dome at
Hit his head now he got a red-toned hat
She a red bitch, I wanna bone that
Yo' bitch love my skin, my tone black
Grrahh
Light up his face, i'ma make shit go black, give a nigga Zes like Kodak
Fuck a quarterback, these bullets i'ma throw that
Leave him the past like a throwback
Baeboy just popped him a M5 Comp', he had to take out the lojack
Cuz' na, he don't wanna get traced by the cops
He said fuck jail, he ain't goin' back
But i'm on that, i'll off a nigga
Now the cops on the scene, white chalkin' niggas