Players change, the game don’t
I hate a square, a lame hoe
Haters stare from angles
Barely above my ankles
Spare me your hugs, and strangles
Snaring her buzz, entangled
Squarely it’s love triangles, baby, you know I bee’s the n#gg#
I bee’s that photogenic when the weed is in him
Your n#gg# be rolling around with some 3 percenters
My 3 percentage is Curry, I’ll flurry and bury all of you unseasoned b#tches
I need my digits in 3’s specifically. I don’t pivot
I get it. You kick it so pitifully, I don’t get it. Not wit it
You skittish, you kid-ish, My spittas
Incentives is pinnacle sentences
I don’t talk sh#t I pick up my winnings, b#tch
Count up and I spend that shit. Jinkies!
My town is up, and I’m in that b#tch
Some of you n#gg#s is bitter and quitters, and feel like I owe you something
b#tch, I don’t owe you nothing.
My b#tches gon roll me one
Raps like a extended clip in a loaded gun
Who trynna blow the pump? (Hoo! Shit. Ughn!)
We trynna roll in donks; You p#ssies below the dunks
We gotta blow the skunk,
In big fat, coated blunts
No, we can’t match. You can roll you one
We trynna roll in donks; You p#ssies below the dunks
We gotta blow the skunk,
In big fat, coated blunts
No, we can’t match. You can roll you one. (Hoo! Jinkies!)
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