No, this is what they can't do, nigga
Yeah, yeah
That shit I was talking about
Yeah, yeah, yeah, nigga
Big B.S.F. shit
You know?
That Ghetto Elegance shit
(Oh) that Flayn Dominique shit, nigga
Now I get off and yeah, yeah, yo, hey
I was born ready
It look like what the gun have, I'm sellin' dope
We party, I'ma bring the confetti, this what I know (fuck)
I bought some dog food and I did the most (yeah)
I stay the flow
With crack on me like you tellin' jokes (ah)
I played you close, quiet, just watchin' (uh)
Take your notes, calm and cool (what?)
But if you act retired, I'm radio (ah)
Shots fired, I'm outside like I ain't got no place to go (boaw)
Feel like a roller stone
Wherever I bring my gun is my home (hmm)
I fuck with you, if I don't, I'ma make it uncomfortable (fact)
Now free my niggas eatin' meals in the box like a launchable (gun)
I hold it down (uh), peace stuck in the blender (what?)
I know the sound, the dope fire
May the fiends stop droppin', roll around (yeah)
H, it don't stand for Houston
Now clean your face, you're not
Sloppin' oil on your garbage
This shit is great, gang coordinate
I told them no post it, 'cause that's the case, it ain't an old dog
Niggas stop showin' the fuckin' tape
Motherfucker, yeah (mm)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, nigga
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