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I said this shit up in the hustle, this shit up in my rhyme I told that nigga run up here, don't up that fuckin' iron
And you know me and my member posted up up at that sign Nigga dissing up on the net, that pussy boy need to stop hiding
And I'm ridin' in the Wraith with a dirty drac I told my member we gon' be good, yeah we gon' be straight
And since I got some money broke ass nigga try eat my plate I told them bitch ass niggas they better stay out my motherfuckin' way
I told these bitches niggas they can't catch up the motherfuckin' wave I told them niggas I'm big boss, you know I never took a lose
I threw that pack out like I'm Brew, R.J., catch it like Moss Now you know I hop in the Jag, you know I'm shoppin' at Saks
And you know that I be fuckin' on the baddest little bitch I hit a hood hoe with my ratchet, no distractions when I hit it
I'ma go run up a bag, come back, me and Mon gon split it V-Roy put me on this shit, I told him, come on, bro, let's get it
Catch a opp and we gon' pop his top, leave it open, split it clutching' on my iron,, it get hot, but this is not no skillet
Niggas dyin', momma start to cry, I swear that you can feel it She done lied that she'll be by my side for life, cause she the realest
But if she don't, I ain't trippin', gon' head with the other bitches We get them Ar's, built in switches, that shit have you moving different
In this house, it ain't no strangers, everybody here my nigga We grew up started toting bangers, we can't play around with no niggas
And I'm ridin' in a Wraith with a dirty Drac I told my member, bro, we gon' be good, yeah, we gon' be straight
And since I got some money, broke ass nigga try eat my plate? I told them bitches, nigga, they better stay out my motherfuckin' way
I told these bitches, nigga, they can't catch up the motherfuckin' wave I told them niggas, I'm big, boss, you know I never took lose
I threw that pack out like I'm Brew R-J, catch it like Moss, nigga, you know I hop in the Jag, you know I'm shoppin' at Saks
I'm rockin' the Louie , the Gucci, the fendi' the Prada They broke-ass niggas, they just want a dollars I stay on the block and I hit them with hollows, run down
Hit'em, fflllrrr! we got him, big ass Glock this shit' sound crucial I'm on the block, posted up with the Uzi, fuckin' the hoe, we makin' a movie
You thinkin' I'm lackin, but I , keep my toolie ARP up on my side, tell my brother we gon' ride