Don’t ask me where I’m at, you see I’m outside
Big fifty drum you see it poking out this Glock 9
Deezy where you from? Not the Crest but I’m rockin’ wit’ ’em
Send a hundred shells at ’em tell the doctor get ’em
Took the Track 2’s off and threw the Loubs on
Strapped up b#tch you know I keep that boot on
Bands on me balling n#gg# watch me get my hoop on
And this ‘K knock a n#gg# out that two four
It ain’t a n#gg# in this world that I’m scared of
Bro you got all the hoes n#gg# share some
And you was speaking on that n#gg# now y’all paired up
I wanna see my dog ball like he Air Bud
And this b#tch p#ss# tighter than a bear hug
I got to beating it from the back like some snare drums
I know that n#gg# ain’t on sh#t I done dared cuz
And whеn my son in the room don’t you dare cuss
If you ain’t talking ’bout no bands bet not say a word
Could gеt a n#gg# knocked off if I say the word
Lil’ baby ate this dick then I ate a Perc
Eat that p#ss# from the back then I made her squirt
I got a call from D-Boii he told me stay wavy
I done smoked a whole ounce that’s like eight eighthies
How the hell I’m supposed to drive? I pray they don’t yank me
I know these n#gg#s wanna smoke me ’cause they b#tch thank me
I get wavy with this sh#t
Pull out game weak done put a baby in my b#tch
Yeah this chop hold a hun’ but I leave eighty in his whip
Never been a b#tch so can’t play me like a b#tch
Damn Slimmy B, what’s that eighty on your wrist?
n#gg# you a baller you spent eighty on your fit
Ain’t no telling, sh#t get mainey on them skits
Done let your b#tch ride me took your baby on a trip
On the gang
Switching lanes on that Benz I’m in bip city
Wit’ a couple bands and a n#gg# b#tch wit’ me
When you thuggin’ in these streets that sh#t get risky
Pockets full of all blues, n#gg# rip Nipsey
It’s bad b#tches round the world, I done hit plenty
Kinda hard to change my ways ’cause this sh#t in me
n#gg#s said they on my head tell ’em get wit’ me
I don’t dip, grab that stick then I get jiggy
We can play it how you wanna, how you wanna do it?
I do magic with that 9 like Rashard Lewis
We into shooting all our poles we ain’t just making music
A n#gg# reach for these diamonds then he must be stupid
n#gg#, who is you?
Who you body? Who you strip? Who you shoot?
Nobody, so stop talking like you somebody
Catch you slipping out them jets make you run out ’em
Put this Glock to his dome get a lung out ’em
I done put them double G’s on my son body
Been hitting n#gg#’s mamas, y’all my sons probably
And I’ll never waste my time with no dumb thotty
b#tch
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