You ain’t ’bout it, lil’ n#gg#, hit the books [Hit the books
I’m wit’ Xan, b#tch, we hitting them juggs
I see the feds then I’m runnin’ on foot [I’ma run
I rob the plug, now he sayin’ I’m a crook [What the f#ck]
Yeah, damn
I need them right now
You don’t got a gun, pipe down
I put in my dick, she was like, “Wow”
Slimey ahh n#gg#, yeah, I’m real fast
I’m making this money, n#gg#s like, “How?”
I f#cked a ho in her nightgown
You-You ain’t boy, you is a child
Yeah, I’m smoking on that loud
f#cking this bad ho from the south
I put the zip in her damn blouse
We gon’ run up in the house
I got a crack under the couch
I’m f#cking his ho, f#ck on his spouse
Hear you, shut yo’ mouth
I got the blues in my damn pouch
You ain’t ’bout it, lil’ n#gg#, hit the books [Hit the books
I’m wit’ Xan, b#tch, we hitting them juggs
I see the feds then I’m runnin’ on foot [I’ma run
I rob the plug, now he sayin’ I’m a crook [What the f#ck]
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