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Fresh out the county off a sentence, they still label me a menace
Young nigga still totin' glizzys, I ain't fuckin' wit' no smittys
Yo' mans got hit up all in traffic, these niggas ain't doin' no spinnin
Fuck talkin, bitch I'm 'bout action
Teezy ain't wit' all that dissin
Yeah, they thought it was over wit
I'm back G'd up wit' two glocks, yeah I'm on my soulja shit
Never catch me lackin' when it's crackin, ima blow my stick
Catch him and his mans and two for 1, I ain't never had a pick
I know how it feel to be broke, so ima go and get it
All this motion, these niggas ain't got nothin, they can't show a penny
Bad bitch, take her to Ruth's Chris, I ain't fuckin' wit' Denny's
Big glock came wit' a new switch for niggas tryin' to spin me
Just got off the phone wit' Bands, he say cuz let's take it there
Say bitch we got the wave, it's up, we ain't playin' fair
And ain't no tire in our trunk, so ain't no way that we gon' spare
This ho got mad, I fucked her friend from the back and pulled out her hair
I do what I wanna do, lit' bitch I'm self made
Say you can go against the grain but you gon' get yourself played
Can't beat me at this shit, ima forever win just like a spade
How you gon' fight these choppa bullets, they cuttin' deeper than blade
Nigga bet' not call my phone if he ain't talkin' 'bout no dough
Don't hit me up talkin' 'bout prices, nigga, you ain't tryin' to score
Bouncin' out, lettin' the whole clip ride, make niggas hit the floor
And I shoot that bitch wit' precision, I bet ima tag a toe