Lyrics

I cannot be fuckin' with you we are not the same bitch I'm the type pull up to the function take yo dame bitch Say you not big cappin' when you rhyme but yousa lame bitch You the type to run yo mouth and snitch on who you came with You really wanna beef with me I suggest you back up all that shit you talkin' Came in with that blicka-blocka Waka Flocka Ima sock ya Try to run away from me then that's when we gonna have a fuckin' problem Fists I throw 'em left to right like Rock'emSock'em Ima clock ya Yeah... What I don't mean to boast I do the most What I don't mean to boast... what, what what I don't mean to boast I do the most Feelin' like I'm Pablo how I'm stackin' up this dough All these pussies watchin' now they tryna jack the flow That's why I keep my circle small, can't hang around these hoes What, what Black ballin' me but you can't hold me Don't believe in ghosts, to me you phony "Never gonna make it" - What they told me But now you shake my hand like you my homie? Callin' Up a 9-Line, bitch you can die twice Bussin' with the glock nine, right through your third eye Myers with the big knife, I take yo damn life Bitch I'm doin' war crimes, so say your "Goodbyes" I cannot be fuckin' with you we are not the same bitch I'm the type pull up to the function take yo dame bitch Say you not big cappin' when you rhyme but yousa lame bitch You the type to run yo mouth and snitch on who you came with Yeah... What You really wanna beef with... What, what, what You really wanna beef with... What, what, what You really wanna beef with me I suggest you back up all that shit you talkin' Came in with that blicka-blocka Waka Flocka Ima sock ya Try to run away from me then that's when we gonna have a fuckin' problem Fists I throw 'em left to right like Rock'emSock'em Ima clock ya
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