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Haha, ayy, yeah, hah
Fuck Splurge man
Fuck everybody who with nigga man
Is he signed or what?
Who he gon' sign to, I don't know
Ayy let me hear that ho Jeff
Ooh ooh
I'm back on that fuck shit, that fuck shit, that fuck shit
Reach out the car with the pistol, I'm bustin'
Ain't tryna talk, you ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
It's a new day so I'm gettin' new money
Servin' the white, get your nose real runny
Chopper gon' chop you, your body look ugly
Just got a pint so I pour up the muddy
My phone keep ringing, I can't even work
Catch you in traffic, ain't got time to lurk
My lil nigga crazy, retarded, berzerk
You know it ain't shit to get put on a shirt
Got a whole lot of fans, got a whole lot of haters
Whole lot of bands and a whole lot of paper
We want the smoke, yeah we want the vapor
Can't fuck a white ho, fuck around say I raped her
I'm goin' up, can you see how they treat me?
Then you gon' play me, lil bitch is you tweakin'?
We come and get bodies, yeah we the grim reaper
I never liked school so I disrespect teachers
You better go handle your business
I'm talkin' rackades, I'm talkin' digits
Go make me aim some big shit at his fitted
Roll up a wood right now, gettin' lifted
They say I'm trippin', say I see the devil
Rank one gang, I'm on a new level
Don't need aim, I'm good with this metal
Don't wanna go through the metal detector
Hoes want to kick it but I don't
Make fifty bands off an iPhone
I'm still sayin', "who?" Like Mike Jones
If you fuck with the movement then right on
I mix the green and the purple together
Me and the Glock go perfect together
You and the feds be workin' together
I got on Gucci, it got a bird feather
We pull up on him, catch him smokin' dope
Last thing he seen was my eyes in the scope
You ain't on that gang shit, boy you a ho