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I don't fuck with niggas like a redneck Catch an opp slippin', flip his wig like a tech deck This funk shit, I bring it to your door like Fed Ex And talkin' dumb'll get your ass popped like a xanax Big forty, that'll knock a nigga soul out him If I'm on my ass then for sure I know my bros got me Knock a nigga down, if they ask, I don't know 'bout it These Balenciagas, lil nigga these ain't foamposites Fifty on the chop, yeah I gave that bitch a tune-up You better keep your boo tucked before you get your boo fucked Slide on an opp and give one fuck, two fucks Glock twenty-three, clip hangin' like two nuts And we bust first, nigga we don't bust back Tone with the shred will lay you down like where them bucks at? Four shots to the dome, two where his lungs at Forty hold ten? What the fuck, where that drum at? Hatin' on you bum hoes like cascade You broke niggas young money like Mack Maine Rich shit, Gucci box for the ashtray My shooter keep a stick and with the shit like his ass stank Get around they bros, niggas want to act tough now See me gettin' cheese and these bitches wanna fuck now Arm start crampin', niggas had to put the pump down Size ten timb boot, niggas gettin' stomped out bitch White buffs on, bitch these cartiers All these bands a nigga get, I wouldn't call it fair Stay out my closet, lil nigga might get lost in there And this chopper turn your whip into a rocking chair Young nigga with these bands, got the streets talkin' Diamonds on my neck dancin', c walkin' Chopper make a nigga bounce, call that leap froggin' Bitch I'm a dog and to these hoes I'ma keep doggin' And she know I'm on, let my niggas bone, yeah yeah I would never cuff at all, we could never fuck with y'all, yeah yeah Bitch I got the juice like hi-c Dark tints on my face, don't eye me She give all head like an i-d Beat a nigga ass like I'm Ali I don't fuck with these niggas, you know that Slimmy got that chop, he gon' blow that Wish a nigga would, bet he won't Like a bad bitch with must, niggas don't want the funk Send ten shots through a nigga whip like a car lot One shot, hit a nigga chest, make his heart stop Hate a used bitch like a whip from a car lot Don't trust these niggas that'll turn like a doorknob I got money on my mind now, a nigga don't waste time baby I'ma get it out the way I know these niggas ain't tough, I done really had enough Shoeboxes I don't fuck with the bank, nah nigga I'll never hesitate, I'll never turn fake I'll never shake a fuck nigga's hand, I'll never, I'll never Say she wanna boss nigga I'll never Fuck with a broke bitch that ain't got no cheddar I could never be you, everything's with a tool These margiela my shoes, that's a g-l-e coupe Yes I bust down my jewels, almost flunked out of school What's engraved on my dash, ain't no way I'ma lose All eight up in the Fanta, what the fuck is a deuce? We with all eye busters, I am mr. Mosely two Don't test the gang right now, we ain't got nothin' to lose Why these nigga always tellin'? Why you lyin' about a felony? Know these niggas all jokesters, know they friends with bill bellamy I'm all about my green, broccoli, and my celery They hate how I do this, I'm a nuisance, the ruler Passin' cash out, I'm Mr. big bank Budda Uchie uchie, you know I get those Bald head caillou's fallin' all on my denim In the county you get pulled like a wisdom tooth, it's the truth The violence that'll get at you, my guidance what I spill at you, ugh
Writer(s): Darrell Wayne Caldwell, Sob X Rbe Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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