Ayy, ayy, yeah
.40 and 9, he don’t play football
.40 and 9, he don’t play football
Kind of like the 49ers, ayy
Bro got a .40 and a 9, he don’t play football
I know some n#gg#s servin’ plates, but they don’t cook y’all
Went and got a bag and a rocket, that’s when i took off
f#cked her so good, she ain’t go to work, she took off
Ayy, she tried to make me pay for head and now i hate the b#tch
She said she wouldn’t do it, but she still ate the dick
I said i wouldn’t record, i ain’t lie, i took a pic, yeah
She say she want chanel, i went to ross, and got a fit, ayy
Damn, yeah, i know my opps mad
Last year, i was broke, this year, i got a bag (i got a bag)
And 12 can’t keep up, i know the cops sad (f#ck ’em)
I admit, i came from sh#t, it’s hard not to brag (yeah)
Look, i just be talkin’ sh#t (sh#t)
That n#gg# thirty with no rod, he a walkin’ lick (hahaha)
And i’m twenty years old with a lot of sh#t (swear to god)
Yeah, she skinny, but she can take a lot of dick (ugh, ugh)
Ayy, hold on, let the beat breathe (huh)
John cena to you n#gg#s, y’all can’t see me (nope)
b#tch, i been off the porch since the p3 (since the what?)
I’ma freak, bae, i can never keep it pg (ayy, i’m a freak)
That n#gg# ran it up so fast, they like, “how the hell?” (how the hell?)
You got caught with all that food, how you out of jail? (how you out of jail?)
Get caught, do your time, you ain’t gotta tell (snitch)
f#ckin’ at her people crib, she tryin’ not to yell (ooh, ooh, ooh)
Whole lot of racks, i remember snatchin’ plasmas (b#tch)
f#ck her off a perc’, she can’t breathe, she got asthma
I be in bunnell, but i know plugs in palatka (cousin)
Last year, it was hondas, but this coupe here the fastest (ayy, skrrt)
Gang with me, run down, no way (gang with me)
n#gg# move wrong, chop’ eat yo’ face (eat yo’ face)
Wanna meet god? it might just be your day (ayy, yeah)
I got a lady, baby, i can’t be your bae (can’t be your bae)
Bro got a .40 and a 9, he don’t play football
I know some n#gg#s servin’ plates, but they don’t cook y’all
Went and got a bag and a rocket, that’s when i took off
f#cked her so good, she ain’t go to work, she took off
Ayy, she tried to make me pay for head and now i hate the b#tch
She said she wouldn’t do it, but she still ate the dick
I said i wouldn’t record, i ain’t lie, i took a pic
She say she want chanel, i went to ross, and got a fit
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