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I can hardly breathe Seven grams in the Backwood, it keep coughin' me My bitch told me to roll up, I rolled all the weed Hotboxin' in the vehicle, you can hardly see Nigga handed me his cell phone, I stole all his fiends Accurate with the .45, so I took off the beam Bitch keep beggin' me for twenty, said her car on E My lil' nigga put you in a box, he can hardly read He flashed twenty bands on Facebook, he got killed for stuntin' Found out he ain't have no pape', he got killed for nothin' A nigga fucked my bitch and I popped him, he got killed for nuttin' The plug took too long to bring the weed, he got stripped for comin' Damn, I miss my uncle Used to get the drank and give it to me, I ain't payin' nothin' Cut into a bitch too quick, she almost gave me monkey Tryna hit a brick with no glove, almost scraped my knuckles I only wanna buy the drank if I can buy the seal Ayy, T, I ain't sellin' you no work if I can't buy the pills On Stockdale, at the gas station 'bout to buy some chips I shot a nigga in the store 'cause he was tryna steal A label sent a contract, I gotta find Will Right now I'm goin' crazy, whole city think I signed a deal My plug said the power went out, told him find a bill Got a tablet, pressed me and Ethan a designer pill In school with a Glock 9, I ain't tryna learn 32s on the old school, it's kinda hard to turn This cherry look like nappy-ass hair, I gotta buy a perm Dirty bullets in my AK, nigga, die with germs Shot a bald-head nigga twice, gave him sideburns I just beat a nigga ass and now he look like Tommy Hearns My fiend say the dope I got butter, but I gotta churn it You can't make what I made off rap, bruh, you gotta earn it Got into it with an Arab and knocked off his turban Unc' bring the boy back alive, he gon' die a surgeon A nigga shot me, I lied, told my mama that I'm not gon' hurt him My nigga's mama smokin', had to promise that I'm not gon' serve her Told me she might as well shop with me 'cause I'm not gon' gurb her Had a nine-to-five for twenty years, you gon' die a worker Fucked a bitch and had her screamin', her son think I hurt her I don't like green, Quali', Test, but I'll drink the purple Was gon' skeet in this bitch, but I think she fertile I think I'm on to somethin' Fucked this bad bitch without a condom, she almost gave me somethin' I ain't even cut the margarine, but I'll shake the butter Sell a thousand pills in a day, I don't think I stuttered So don't think I'm frontin' If I fuck more than two times, don't think I love you If I let you buy these pills, don't think I drugged you How the fuck am I a capper? I don't cop helmets Nigga swore he was a scrapper, he got popped wrestlin' But anyway, Rio just a rapper, let the opps tell it I think this nigga lit a blunt, but I cannot smell it Bitch, I'm really G.E.D., I cannot fail it 'Cause I'm gettin' every dollar, but I'm not with Eddie I got a plug on some, but I cannot sell it Supercalifrillyexpedocious, I cannot spell it I'm in Mexico talkin' shit, but I can't write Spanish Glock hit him in his neckbone, bitch, I don't like cabbage Let my fiend come short today, I'ma fight Ashley I got a big-ass gun on me, can't wear tight jackets Buckshots hit him in his face, it look like acne Knock a nigga Cartis off his face, he look like Daphne Damn, I mean Velma, man, I write backwards Still fuckin' with the Scooby Doo, you wanna buy some Scrappy?
Writer(s): Marlon Lafayette Brown, Damario Donshay Horne-mccullough, Eric David Terrell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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