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I can't stop this reminiscin, I'm just sittin' in my feelings
Thinkin' bout the past and bout the ones that ain't with me
Bout how we used to cut up and go dumb thuggin' on that block
And we did that redrum said we just had to catch us one
I'm in this bitch, I'm out my body
Nigga talkin reckless, by the necklace we gon' pop em
Soon as I flash, I'm on your ass, you cannot stop me
Bad lil' bitch shakin' her ass, she tryna top me
Life is like a hurdle yea, or maybe like a circle
Everything you do or say or think gon' come right back around and hurt you
That's why I stay to myself, I keep my feelings on the shelf
If you steppin' up to me, then you gon' feel just how I felt
No excuses, you talkin' that shit, back it up
He send them shots, we send them back like laser tag or somethin
Get to that money don't show it, but I been stackin' up
Used to be broke, they was jocin, and now I'm passin' them up
Too much love lost, I ain't got none else
Either u with me or u not, and if you not, then you gon' step
Since I was a youngin, I ain't never had no help
I don't need no handouts, I can do it by myself
I say, I refuse to go out sad
Can't give that hoe my attention unless she talkin' bout bags
Mama told me, stop lovin' these hoes if y'all won't last
All that ice my neck so wet like curry, all I know is splash
They say that diamonds made from pressure, well I say pressure a make a stepper
And if you made it through that rain, heat, and all that bad weather
And if you really stand on buisness, and if you down for whatever
Just remember to play it smart, man, you can't let no nigga stretch you
Nigga talkin' in my face, and that nigga be dicked out
Tell that pussy nigga, get the fuck fore he get switched down
Bitch all on my dick, she wanna fuck, and I can't kiss now
Y'all know what it is, I'm in this bitch, you know it's stick town
I'ma pop out with my brother
Bitch, We gon' rock out with them cutters
We gon' hop out, knock your top off, we gon' let your mama love you
He tender dick he did that bad
Got caught up with that bitch, I'm on your ass
They bet not let me flash
Bitch, I pull out them racks, and now your bitch shakin' that ass
I run through the city, got a hundred on the dash
Ain't talkin' bout no mileage, bitch, I'm talkin' bout the cash
Out with my brother, yeah, we thuggin
In the field, yeah, we clutchin
Any nigga want mouth off, I'll bust that bitch, no discussion
Hop off the bleachers, hit him in the shit
Pussy, you a bitch, take ya lick
You already know how P.B.K. we get
Pour up lean, I'm off a two
And then I pop the bean, I told that boy what he wanna do
He pussy by himself, but he be gangster with that crew
Soon as we see him lacking, we gon' knock him out his shoe
That's true
Yeah, twin, they be my evil twin
That Glock nigga, that my favorite gen
Gen five
Pussy, you gon' die