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I got guns (yeah, yeah)
Counting funds (huh, yeah, yeah)
Rob a nigga shit (huh, huh)
Rob a nigga bitch (huh)
If you try me, you get dealt with
Yeah, don't lie to me or you get pelt, bitch
Yeah, always stand up for myself (yeah, ayy)
Think I'm insane I need some help (yeah, ayy)
I be dreaming bout murder
Yeah, murder, murder, kill, more murder
Yeah, money sex and drugs in that order (huh, yeah)
We the type to cause disorder
If it ain't bout money, I don't wanna talk
Yeah, racks up in my pants, I can't even walk
Yeah, he think he so street but he don't got a gun (huh, yeah)
He think that he me, but that boy just my son
Told em I can rap, wasn't lying (huh)
I can do this shit without trying (huh, yeah)
If you play with me, you dying (huh, huh)
Now I got yo family crying
Huh, ain't that sad?
Should've stayed yo ass inside
You don't be outside, bitch, you ain't bout that
All you niggas pussy, call yo ass a cat
Riding with a Uzi, and I'm in that Scat
Yeah, I'm in her coochie, you don't know bout that
You ain't got no hoes, heard that boy a fruit
Caught him at the light, now he leaking juice
Yeah
Hellfire (hey, ayy)
Hellfire (yeah, yeah)
He get fried up (yeah)
Talking shit, he get fried up
Hellfire (hey, ayy)
Hellfire (yeah, yeah)
He get fried up (yeah)
Talking shit, he get fried up