Stupid boy
Stupid bitch
Pussy boy
Pussy bitch (Stay with bag and come
Through with it, nigga, you fucked up)
Get that bag and fuck it up, I ain't never had shit, bitch
Like Irving, boy, I balled, first I was poor, look at my wrist, bitch
My fingers glistenin', they hate me and they wishin'
That JDott fall, but I just won't die on the dick, bitch
Bro 'nem doin' drills, I'm in that field where them killings happen
Bitch, this shit been on for years and it's still trackin'
On bro, if rap don't work no more
I'll be at home, the 'Ville trappin'
The more that money grow on bro, on opps, them pistols still clappin'
I don't like this pussy nigga, I'll fight this pussy nigga
Put that pistol on his ass and straight up strike a pussy nigga
Don't discriminate, I'll swing this
Chopper, a dyke bitch, still a nigga
P ain't do shit for you, baby, come get you a real winner
Come get you a real bread spinner, headhuntin' killer
Come get you a bag chaser, come get you a real nigga
Told that girl to leave them lames alone and come home with a nigga
You know Breezy get his banger on, I stand tall on these figures
Look out my window and I see straight opps
Hm, like, fuck it, I'm finna call my army in
It's three niggas standin' on the block and I got forty-rand
Them choppers hit like atomic bombs, now watch us wipe the land
Lil' bro say he real right, we catch opps and bang pipe
Nigga get at me broad day, nigga die in the same night
Met this bitch off in LA, I went to Houston, booked a flight
She wan' come with me and stay, she must gon' suck dick all night
Cop a stolen foreign, bitch, then switch the VIN
I'm on the phone with traffic signal, 'Bow like, "Let's go bend"
I brought Joc up to Atlanta, but he wan' go back home and spin
Turn an opp to Danny Phantom, now he ghostin' all his friends
'Cause he dead, run up on that boy with
Big-ass Drac' and put bullets in his head
They on the block that day, we hopped
Out, niggas had guns and they ran
One time, I hopped out by myself, I chased 'em down and do my dance
Don't let lil' JDott sign 'cause every hat goin' up to a hundred grand
Yeah, fuck it, raise the murder cap
Niggas dissin' me, get lil' boy killed not even knowin' him
Dot'll send a blitz, pop out on 6 like, yeah, we swervin' them
I'll pay for that fat bitch, straight hate for 'em, no love for them
Put them slugs in him, might be a dub on him
Play with Spinz, I'll kill your best friend, know you heard of him
All the mines that I got hit big, bitch, check on him
Fuck an OG, fuck what they did, I'll put that check on him
I ain't done, I'm on the rest of them, I'll come through trim
I won't send no funds, cash in hand, lil' nigga, come take a trip
Might take an opp out to the church, bitch-ass nigga gettin' dipped
Me and Light got sixty spins, Wop, they'd rather flip the clip
Flee pop out with switches, G Black with me and he tryna drill
He like, "Bro, that's them," he parked
The car, we hop out, get it clipped
Tell 'em go free Dread, Kye, free 21, K-Spazz and them
Nigga mention Ralo, John, and Leek, I bet I spazz on them
Put that motherfuckin'— huh? Nigga
Put that motherfuckin' bag on 'em
That's on bro, bitch
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