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Yeah, still ain't got a fuck to spare
Move bitch, fuck up out the way, the bully up in here
Flew a hot old spirit while I'm hoppin' out another lear
Upper tier, let that nigga cook but ain't no oven near
Drugs up in the kitchen fuckin' up my grandma's Tupperware
Buddy say he poppin' in this bitch but I was unaware
Friends turn to rivals and relationships get unrepaired
Ski mask rifles when the money start becomin' scarce
Shit that niggas do when they stomach start becomin' bare
Fuck 'em by the twos, I like all my hoes to come in pairs
Birds of a feather flock together and some come in squares
I smell pussy, I can always sense when someone's scared
Feel the grief when it's carried in the streets
Now the family gotta weep when they buryin' the deceased
I walk inside the booth while you're rhymin' a line iron
Right upside your head, hope you niggas don't mind dyin'
Say goodnight to the bad guy
To the bad guy
Say goodnight to the bad guy
To the bad guy
I need the Scarface crib with the gate out front
A slew of bad bitches, they can wait out front
Got a crew of wild niggas who don't play 'bout much
I grew up on the blocks your mama said to stay 'round from
I'm too cold to be out here tryna hang 'round bums
I'm King Midas nigga, that's on everything I touch
I'm an artist in the trench, didn't know I was a star
They put a starter on the bench, I got a chopper in the car
Problematic, yeah I'm hard, nigga fuck the law
If she can't French kiss the dick, it's au revoir
I don't fear no rappers bitch 'cause I'm a god
Loyal chick on retain, the bae gon' give me all
I be spittin' these flows and hittin' these goals
Shout out to DJ Hoppa, my twin amigo
Killa real chief rocker, I got Indian hoes
Shootin' shots at your bitch, ain't no need to reload