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(I'll show you the art of war)
Aye
Uhh, uhh
Aye
Five missed calls from my momma, she know what I'm on
Even lil bro called and I left it alone
She left a message on my phone and said I'm fuckin' up
Like I don't think about Imma address all this shit wit' my son
My momma think I'm on the run
My momma know I'm livin' wrong, she pray for my soul
Poppa say them streets cold, better keep a pole
I'm ttg
However this shit go, I'm on go
I wrote it down
I wasn't feelin' it
I had to touch that shit up
I be trippin' up off that booster pack when I'm fuckin' shit up (ay)
These the ways I learned from (ay) I ain't learn it from none
You back door snaked for what?
Fuck you thought that shit was?
Ask that nigga what happened really
Quit making shit up
See me with that fin, better kill me, no sparing a shark
Bullets hit 'em in the Chrome Hearts and tear 'em apart
Say you wit' that shit, you don't never come play after dark
Heard you got a AR but that shit never spark
I'm tryin' not to seek death in most of my bars
I keep writin' but the lines keep runnin' out
Aye
Told you I don't even want that bitch, it can't fit in her mouth
I said, I ain't even want the (ahh) I was playin' around
Told her roll my Backwoods and full it wit' loud
If the bitch bring me cheese, I get her a G
This a one night thing, I come and I leave
She chose me
She don't want no bum nigga
Late nights fuckin' wit' the pimps and drug dealers
The bitch chose me, she don't want no bum nigga
Late night (uhh)
Late night (ahh)
Late night (uhh)
Late night (uhh)
Late night fuckin' wit' the pimps and drug dealers
Late night fuckin' wit' the (pimps and drugs dealers)
I said, late night fuckin' wit' the
(Uhh-uhh-uhh)
Late night (ah) late night