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Cuttin on that bitch if that bitch ain't tryna pay me
Two bands a day I bought a rental I could wait in
Still that same nigga that'll do a nigga shady
Same young wild nigga used to bustin' on three eighties
Born in 2000 nah ian a 90's baby,
pushing dope like the 80's got the fiends goin crazy
Packed straight from Burnum me and T.
O gettin hazy And they hit me lane changin tryna catch another victim
Ima petty nigga so I fucked the op's sister
Stripper bitch busy yea it's hard for you to book her
Ruth Chriss Diamonds got kicked all to smoke the cookie
All these niggas really weak it's like this rap game on rookie
Tisselano J's I ain't never been a pussy pack
a nigga out quick it depend on how you look it
How you niggas shredding but ain't shit getting tooken
Spent a band on my fit just to keep y'all bitches lookin Big Money
Haaa she do it all for a dolla
Bust a day for the guala then she bring it back to Papa
Cashin on designer got me fucking up my profit
I can't hold a conversation less it's money as a topic
Niggas claim they pimpin boy they frontin need to stop it
You in love with the bitch that's why you always take her shopping
A ad or the blunt baby that's your only option
She had family from the city so I sat her down in Stockton
Slidin in a foreign cookies floatin out the window
I'm in the game boy and I been playing since Nintendo
Sucka said .35 told him I ain't get the memo
Everybody think it's sweet until its time to pull a demo
40 with a 30 put it to a nigga dental
Shells out the chopper make a nigga do the limbo
Tints on a buff like some blue and green skittles
Thought the hoe was real pimpin lemme hit my type of mental
If T.O slide down he gone drop somethin niggas
ain't yo bros if you get popped and they don't pop nothin
Doing a hunnid ina Porsche with the Glock
clutchin bad lil bitch at the show tryna top somethin
But I don't trust hoes that's a no no
gotta keep a stick on my hip that's a pogo
If a nigga jump damn let lil bro go
Brodie in the back with them straps and it low blows
Squeezin on this trigger till it's all gone
white gold with the d's nigga this ain't rose gold
Green beam to his face till his nose gone
brodie in the back catchin face till his throat gone
Smokin cookie straight from Berner got me high as fuck
Niggas on the net talking crazy till we tie em up
Niggas falling for that bitch we gon light em up
SOB the gang see that chain she gon try to fuck
Bitch!
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