Fuck all y'all niggas
Real niggas bust your pistols in the sky
I'm a motherfuckin' G until I die
I get that paper and I'm chillin' on the low
All I need is mo' money mo'
Shorties bouncin', forty ounces
Lex gon' kill up all the bouncers
Rhyme my shit gon' fall up out you
Raw that nigga bring war up out you
Thought about you
Blow that four year, call the cops too
I'ma be out by four and route you
Pussy ass nigga bring whore up out you
Velour the couch too
I'm amazin' with it, pass the gauge in this
Sky blue Phantom whip beige in this
Stop changin' it
Pop it for a month then come up make my change in it
And I done the best to get it
Uncle let's get it
What's really good if Lex can't get it
Shaolin with the techs against
Fuck around and call me a Mexican bitch
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