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Oh, shit
Hellcats and
Oh, that ain't my shit
Alright
Niggas be they postin' they guns and they ain't even on that shit
Calm down with all that barkin, you is not a pit
Stalkin' his nine-five he paranoid, pussy finna quit
He thought I was fakin' beef, this is not a skit
I'm heartless, I am not Kevin, I don't do no actin
Soon as I bounce out, I shoot I'm really impactin
Thought I was adding em in to the head count, I'm really subtractin
Give me your card bitch, I don't swipe, I got no transactions
Punching PNC like Tank, biting like a lion
This motion too heavy, made niggas kneel, it'll kill a Ryan
Why you fakin' like you like that?
These niggas really lyin
I ain't even mean to dome tap you, I wasn't even tryin
Come on
Arguin' with you niggas some shit I do to pass the time
Bro forgot his blick, told him to drive cause I brought mine
Hit missionary, hoes be tryin' to kiss, I only front from behind
Bitch want me to cuff, I been told that hoe that I don't even got the time
Yeah
Niggas bums talking bout you livin' door to door
Shit crazy went to Wendy's, and let your bitch buy your four for four
All that groupie shit be blowin' me, what the fuck be wrong
Bitches out here doin' photoshoots for a nigga that just play songs
Any nigga that try the guys I bet we come and get you gone
Ain't no way for you to come outside, we campin' at them niggas spawns
Play with who?
Oh, that's my last shit I don't know what the fuck I'm on
Started grindin, got a couple O's like my name was James Bond
Swear this one hoe is on go, she round' the guys, just like Milan
Famous mya always drunk, get her away from the fuckin' don
Man, my opps be broke as hell, all you niggas be sharin' clothes
Bro said he need some tools, told him we gotta go hit up Lowe's
Saw this old nigga at the rec
Nigga mad he ain't make the pros
Never played soccer in my life, but I'ma always have my goals
Come on, free Durk