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Ayy, free Joan, man
Head honcho, man
Yeah
I just bought a new body (new body)
I fucked that hoe in a new body (new body)
I just bought her a new body (ass, tits)
Now she look like Miley Cyrus (Molly, look at Miley)
I just bought a new chopper
With a knife on it, call it Michael Myers
I'm tryna catch me a new body (boom)
Ask Illuminati, money bring power
Ayy, you the type niggas that sit down (sit down)
Get off your ass, go get down (get down)
20 bands on your head, yeah, that's brick fair (that's brick fair)
And that lick ain't no lick, that got snitched out (that's a book)
They got children in the house while you hidin' out (while you hidin' out)
We pulled up in your shit like we been there (been there)
Watch your mouth, how you talk, you get bitch-slapped
Thinkin' 'bout runnin' off, you get kidnapped (come here)
No, but I can't throw no work on you (work on you)
Hit his ass with that Glock, make him jerk on it (make him jerk on it)
Doctor lookin' like, "No, we can't work on him" (we can't work on him)
Drop his ass in a box, throw some dirt on him (dirt on him)
Yeah, I used to do dirt out a hotbox (dirt)
Now I'm straight out that jungle like Popeye, I'm a tiger
In the woods with no gun box
I like cornbread, cash bag, grandma
I just smoked some granddaddy with grandpa
Freeze, blatt, big dog
Nigga said he gon' murk me, I went out (went out)
I ain't trustin' these hoes, they been crossed (crossed)
Boy, that shit got me R. Kelly, peeped out
Actin' rah-rah, bitch, you gon' die, die (die)
Can't pull up with that can, go, "bye-bye" (bye)
Talkin' 'bout turn your lil' car to a drop-top (brrt)
Brought your bean on your chest like you shot out (shot out)
You must think you the only one shot fired (shot fired)
Say, I can't hit his ass with that Wi-Fi
You connected, now give me a high five
I'm respected like Brooklyn, top five (yeah)
I just reached out my throat to the top guys
I make shit disappear just like voilà
And I bring back your spinach like Popeye (yeah)
Then I'm back on the road like, bye-bye (zoom)
Freeze, uh-uh
Nigga run up on me and it's shots fired
Go kick back with some gas, get high-high
I just laugh at these niggas like, "Ha-ha" (ha-ha)
Nice try (nice try), ha-ha (ha-ha)
Pour some codeine, watch sci-fi (sci-fi)
If he drive by, coupe not get tied (goofy)
They run up on the car and just fire-fire
Leave his head on the horn at a stop sign (bitch)
Stop the violence, tell them folks stop tryin'
All these guns, how the fuck we gon' stop cryin'?
Got police killin' blacks on they off-time
How the fuck he a 30? He hog-tied
The jury, DA, all liars
And the judge let it slide, he all kind
And that's just how we see it in our eyes
Shouts out to Marlo, that's Southside (Southside)
I had to show her my raw side
I ain't fuckin' 'less she open mouth wide (yeah)
I'm stretchin' them hard, it's Alabama, in the slammer
Scarred like Deion Sanders, fuck a camera
Come picture what I been through, I remember
They hit the phone like, check the channel (bitch)
I was rockin' Powell red bandana
Nigga really blood gang member
Red codeine in a Fanta
All these drugs turned me to a sinner
CC droppin' coke in a blender
They keep runnin' off on a nigga
Soon as a nigga try kill 'em
They gon' put the law on a nigga
Shootin' through his mama room window
That's how you get off on a nigga
Now they makin' calls to a nigga
I don't wanna talk to a nigga, click
Hello
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