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Came up from that gutter now we on, bitch Moved out my mama's house and got my own shit Fuck these niggas hatin', I'm on my own dick Please don't blow my high I'm in my zone, bitch Remember when they said I wouldn't make it Now we get this guap, these niggas hatin' Came up from the gutter now we on, bitch Fuck these niggas hatin', I'm on my own dick Codeine, soda pop, pour it up, sip it Good afternoon, ho, Jarren back up in them bitches Dope boy still whippin' crack in the kitchen Nigga hungry, don't know how to act in this condition Pray to God, he don't leave us trapped in this position, Drop a mixtape, then I hope these niggas listen Faggot A&R with the damn criticism I'm a fucking beast bitch this a damn lyricism I'll slaughter you niggas Get the DNA, fuck around and father you niggas FV we don't want a part of you niggas No bath salts but I'll eat the heart of you niggas I'm appalled at, you niggas If I ain't the shit tell me what you call this, you niggas, I'm Illuminati, I don't get involved with theseniggas Fuck around with Mr. Benton and you all get disfigured Shoutout to my chop, A-town, bitch, come to my block East side nigga, never hung around cops All eyes on me like I hung around Pac Best day she gon lick the cum from my cock Pow! Hit a nigga with the gun in my sock I'm high as hell, Dizzy, what'd you put in my pot? FV 2013, bitch I won't stop Came up from that gutter now we on, bitch Moved out my mama's house and got my own shit Fuck these niggas hatin', I'm on my own dick Please don't blow my high I'm in my zone, bitch Remember when they said I wouldn't make it Now we get this guap, these niggas hatin' Came up from the gutter now we on, bitch Fuck these niggas hatin', I'm on my own dick Who's the hottest in the game comin' with it? Dizzy Wright looking nice on the low-low Solo Dolo was the hit You gotta admit, if I ain't the shit, what is this? Last year, you wanna know what you missed? Everything that got me up on the list 22, but all these grown bitches feeling a nigga I don't talk about it if it don't exists Niggas wanna get on but I'm a long way from going home Going hard 'til the day that I'm old While I'm on shit, I'm cross-fitted in Vegas Sipping this Honey Jack shit 'til it's gone Everybody wanna kick it in the V.I.P. with Jarren Benton and the D-I-Z See I'mma be this way 'til I motherfucking D-I-E She wanna party? That's cool, but let me see ID Cause we outchea, with the rappin' Stunting is a habit but it's fashion I understand that a young nigga doing his thing But I ain't fucking with the young ratchets In there Yeah you think you're cool, but I been there You been wack, I'm angry like a nigga tryna get his kids back Heads spinning, I'mma kick back I ain't gon' trip, yeah I'mma get it in and then dipset! Came up from that gutter now we on, bitch Moved out my mama's house and got my own shit Fuck these niggas hatin', I'm on my own dick Please don't blow my high I'm in my zone, bitch Remember when they said I wouldn't make it Now we get this guap, these niggas hatin' Came up from the gutter now we on, bitch Fuck these niggas hatin', I'm on my own dick
Writer(s): La'reonte Wright, Jarren Giovanni Benton, Chris Ju, Joseph Soricone Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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