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Uh, if you cop Five More Won't Tax You
Only good for the Head, so I told the bitch bye
I'm number one on the bracket
If you try and go against it, gon' end up fried
Like this shit, March Madness
And my lil' man itchin' to catch 'em body
So I don't put shit past him
No, really, I was out tryin' to clip yo' zip something
Like one of them jackets
He know that I got him, if he get booked
George Lloyd get him out of them Jackies
Bitch told me I'm fucked up for what I'm doin
But I do that shit with a passion
I get a freak and I pass Her
I got Plays, try and get him a basket
Bro got that bitch on Him won't flash it
You know I'm good, don't ask me
Ridin' around with a load and a Savage
Plays 'Rushin, just picked up the baggage
Same shit that a N**** keep braggin' bout doin
Promise we already had it
Get to pullin' up goofy and Bro get to clutchin
Ready to buss His ratchet
If I don't do nothin', get money
Four clips in the whip, it's a hunnid
I was fucked up, tryin' to bounce back something
Now I'm Up, tryin' to dodge old junkies
Walkin' in the club, bitches all start 'runnin
Finger on the trigger, bro, try and catch somethin
Real shit, ballin', He ain't tryin' to 'Bip nothin
If I think you a snake, you get dead like Sonny
Can't walk in there if I ain't got my stick
I don't really do it, but I can pop my shit
Bro got booked, I took a L
And I'm beefin' with a bitch, but life's still lit
We ain't duckin' the beef, we bite that shit
We ain't tough on the Gram, we don't type that shit
I can Catch 20 years, or get a 100K
I can't lie, I like that Risk
Who the fuck is she I'm tryin' to pipe that bitch
Went to Her story, liked her shit
3k on this shit, I don't even like my fit
Lean in the Tea I just spiked my Brisk
Lean in the P, I might fight my Bitch
Don't wear that purse, my pipe can't fit
I see the Jake's, I'ma strike this bitch
I ain't know that was them, till I swipe they shit
Upgrade the whips they don't strike no 'Fins
When I had got booked, I ain't write my bitch
I got a call that his man's got hit
I ain't askin', I know who blast that bitch
I don't mind payin' for bags and shit
If you don't mind holdin' the bag for sticks
My two-tone bitch, she bad and rich
But that's what I got when she said she was mixed
Ain't know I'm a rapper, I'm ridin' with stick
Bro in the feds, my power legit
This shit a Cycle I'm really ain't with
I can't go to jail, I ain't ridin' with shit
This is before I even sold a Vick
I treat a pull-up like I'm ridin' with bricks and punches