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Movin' when we fought, this would keep recordin'
Oughta be guessin', ain't gettin' out, the man is mavis' born
Niggas broke as hell, can't fuck with the kid and ignore it
They gon' pop my shit enough, yeah, I don't gotta show it
Got the racks, blow it, what's the point in holdin' on
When you die it ain't goin', young nigga stay torn
Real niggas only, baby come fuck with the man
Gon' find the police in the trap, I'm up a hunnid bands
Put a load of racks up, bring the bag in
Pull up to the Spider in a black truck, you got a bag in
Prayin' that lil' bitch finna lemme smack it
Damn the phone, recover, she wan' fuck me back then
Miami, I feel a bad bitch, she got 34 Blicks
If she on this bitch with us then that ain't your bitch
If your man find out I hit then he gon' go sick
She tryna throw the pussy at him but I didn't want it
He don't really want no smoke, no he trolling
I'd leave that broke nigga lone, know he bogus
Yeah, this bitch is fresh like a meat bone in
Got some cold shit for the winter, guess our beach snowed in
You know you'll die for what you saying
Make us mad, then you'll be on the line
No, we ain't playing
I'm in Regine with 50 bands
Bro, tweaking, riding with six pipes to lean in 50's ends
I caught a hot level nigga on the scene and hit my dance
Hella bad bitch, it's hard to keep my penis in my pants
Take a bitch my way, y'all on the pill with a pen
Act crazy but I'm smart, yeah I'm the demon with a plan
All we do and doin' shit y'all on the road a piece of man
Like why the fuck you playing?
Talking shit but ain't got to get back for who bust your mans
Can fuck with P, something like a metal bed
Won't feel right if you sleep on it
Some bad shit in my bed
Let's play a game, and if you lose, you gotta give me head
Ain't showing what I'm doing, leave them clueless
They gonna call the feds
If you ever got a wedge, you know that we on ass
No trouble with AC, they know this heat gonna blast
No nigga get a bypass, get nothing but a casket
Keep talking about here on my head
Can't be mad, this city small
I fucked your bitch, my bad
If you got up, just get some paper
And Glocka, then you might last
It's time to fuck up
The street, I'm just gonna call up DB
Young crew ain't dug a shit
Them niggas all on DT
Finna get in traffic, but we ain't going far though
Stay on the money scheme
Who you got with us, Fargo?
I never got my license
I can teach you how to park though
Never thought I would make it
See my name's out on the chart though
Pretender about a bitch
And you be cheating shit, flawed
Had to tell her, start screaming
He gon' make my dick solid
Think he finna make a play
He gon' get picked off
I'm a big dog
Roll it too cold, it's dope to me
Can't take my wrist off
How you gangsta, but you ducking, you a bitch dog
You niggas plebs, can't do nothing with no pick dog
Yeah, I say, rollin' too cold, can't even take my wrist off
I don't care what he paid, I done spent more of that check on that shit dog
Try to cool it, but these niggas got me pissed off
Bitch, that shit on me, if she could, she'd take my dick off