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Was 'bout to buy a 'Rari, bought a tour bus And God, I get a Lambo with the doors up Fuckin' niggas tell me I don't work E I see them niggas every time they hurtin' Blast a couple haters lookin' stressed out You can't have your hand and your chest out What you tryin' to hold, huh, nigga, what? You can hold these shots, you can hold these nuts I got mad missions to accomplish Runnin' through a bitch-nigga gauntlet I can up the style, give me what you got I ain't tryin' to hit like a bitch's own Some niggas throw shots, but it don't matter Cause when I throw shots bones shatter Break 'em down, break 'em down, break 'em I'm the real deal, niggas fakin' Moment of silence, I'm 'bout to kill niggas You're bitin' my style, I'm 'bout to bill niggas Swagger jackin' at an all-time high And I ain't really mad, I am that guy A fisher with the fish scale, you a tuna Little nigga, I'm the big, whale and a shooter Violater sent you to hell, oh, well, your L Eleven thou in my pocket that I could throw in a fire And I won't feel it cause, real shit, all my stacks gettin' higher On the top pointin' higher, on a roll like a casa Most these niggas vagina, I'm lookin' 'round with defiance Like, Damn with these niggas that be so tough My phone in my hand, nobody still ain't called my bluff I got it off grams, these other rappers, not so much Not so much, the chuck is up, real nigga shit Was 'bout to buy a 'Rari, bought a tour bus And God, I get a Lambo with the doors up Fuckin' niggas tell me I don't work E I see them niggas every time they hurtin' Blast a couple haters lookin' stressed out You can't have your hand and your chest out What you tryin' to hold, huh, nigga, what? You can hold these shots, you can hold these nuts It's somethin' that you need to get in tune with I got the new album droppin' June 5th Major without a deal, are you ready? Your boy in the streets real heavy
Writer(s): Roland Collins, Damian Ashmeade Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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