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Hit him with the forty ounce bounce, made his shoulder lean If you carryin' a Hi-Point, you cannot roll with me Pull up in a coupe, my bitch bad, she supposed to be Slapped a nigga I know ten years, he was close to me Any nigga falsifyin' statements, I'ma total him They gon' put you on a milk carton and a poster, too Cannon on my hip at all times, it's a photo shoot (Low the Great) Pull up in a coupe, my bitch bad, she supposed to be (Thank you, Fizzle) Pull up in a coupe, my bitch bad, she supposed to be Lookin' at my wrist and it's sayin' what it's supposed to say They gon' put you on a milk carton and a poster, too Cannon on my hip at all times, it's a photo shoot Pull up in a coupe, my bitch bad, she supposed to be Lookin' at my wrist and it's sayin' what it's supposed to say They gon' put you on a milk carton and a poster, too Cannon on my hip at all times, it's a photo shoot First off, you a bitch, nigga You a bum, how you take care of your kids, nigga? Where I'm from, was told to get it how I live, nigga Every rap you ever told was a fib, nigga How you a killa but you never been to jail, nigga? The DP means I didn't have no bail, nigga To sign me, I'ma need a couple mill', nigga Fuck 6iine, and any nigga deal with him Damn, nigga, I'm back at it They say, "Oh, you a singin' nigga," no, I'm still rappin' He said he a real shooter, but he still cappin' I'm just tryna add up money, nigga, no subtraction Stop, nigga you're a motherfuckin' goofy So many bitches, nigga, let's go make a movie Shots, and it's straight to medullas Spent three hunnid K, now I'm friends with my jeweler Have you ever made a promise to never tell? When I hear some nigga snitchin', I can't cope well Got a hunnid bad bitches in the hotel If you ain't fuckin' then leave, oh, well Beyond change, baby, with a toolie I hate all you niggas, yeah, you niggas so goofy I was fifteen when I was hittin' my first groupie Then I left some nut hangin' right off her boobie, hahaha First off, you a bitch, nigga You a bum, how you take care of your kids, nigga? Where I'm from, was told to get it how I live, nigga Every rap you ever told was a fib, nigga How you a killa but you never been to jail, nigga? The DP means I didn't have no bail, nigga To sign me, I'ma need a couple mill', nigga Fuck 6iine, and any nigga deal with him I was busy climbin' through windows, you was window shoppin' Should I whip the Benz or the Bent'? I got plenty options I just pulled a four in the pop, sippin' swamp water I just spilled a deuce in the coupe, knocked the top off I done crossed a nigga while ballin', think I'm Hot Sauce The chop got tits equipped, I bought it a boob job I done put red beams on your nose, he think he Rudolph I done did the dash on crabs, broke my stash spot Stinc Team, bitch, in the streets, no asphalt Assault rifle, walk him down, hit him 'til his body drop I was in school three years, learned how to block Pippi Longstocking, that's my bitch, but I left her at the spot First off, you a bitch, nigga You a bum, how you take care of your kids, nigga? Where I'm from, was told to get it how I live, nigga Every rap you ever told was a fib, nigga How you a killa but you never been to jail, nigga? The DP means I didn't have no bail, nigga To sign me, I'ma need a couple mill', nigga Fuck 6iine, and any nigga deal with him, ugh
Writer(s): Deangelo Darby Smith, Unknown Writer, Darrell Wayne Caldwell, Lathan Moses Echols Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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