Damn

Of course

These **** double cross you like an And1 mixtape

Bro tried to backdoe, got hit with a big K

You lookin' like a bitch, listen to what the bitch say

Hangin' out with rats, wearin' handcuffs like wrist tape

It ain't workin' out, you say your chain is worth a house

Told my **** sharpen up because his name was gettin' out

**** dyin' over hoes, that is not what this is about

**** really want the clout, and that is not what this is about

I need gold, by the mountains, call me Sleazy Tamatoa

She's a only fans thot, she never been on Figaroa

You gotta grab her by the nape of the neck, I can show you

You ain't wild out in this jungle, ayy, my **** it was nice to know ya

He ain't even get hit, he got caught by the shrapnel

Held, his face start screamin', runnin' to the batmo

Bill coupe Deville, he ain't even have strap though

Yeah, he did, it was under the seat, but he was scared to bust back though

Ain't no comin' back you ain't Undertaker

She a money maker like Anita Baker

Can't do it right now, brody hit me later