Yeah, yeah
They say, they say
He’s a real back blocker, ayy
Damn Highxlass, I need this one
Ayy
He’s a real back blocker
Thirty milligrams of Percocet to get me proper
He’s a real gun cocker, uh, get guaper
That lil’ n#gg#’s a real don dada, nothin’ like his father
He’s a real gun popper, uh, blocker
You lookin’ a lil’ upset partner, uh, what’s got ya?
Pulled off in a but that ain’t no damn
Play with me, might get ya head splattered
But does that matter?
Ayy, n#gg#, them in
Pull up, my crib
I up this and don’t show no emotion
I just might blow ten, this get loaded in
Livin’ life like GTA but none was loading
I’m balling just like DeRozan but I’m golden
Yeah, me and my momma used to want me at home 4:10
n#gg#, I still, I had to handle that business
I had loads in
Any show I got, you know where them blicks is
I drove in
Big boss, CEO, n#gg#s say I’m chosen
b#tches say this dick is golden, they wanna hold it
Why you think ain’t none of my b#tches ever try to expose me?
‘Cause when you open up Pandora’s Box you can’t ever close it
I’m still tryna fit these f#ckin’ in this f#cking closet
Damn, I’m in a closet
n#gg#s be just gossip
I be f#cking n#gg#s’ b#tches and I make deposits
n#gg#s tryna get me help with my line
He’s a real back blocker
Thirty milligrams of Percocet to get me proper
He’s a real gun cocker, uh, get guaper
That lil’ n#gg#’s a real don dada, nothin’ like his father
He’s a real gun popper, uh, blocker
You lookin’ a lil’ upset partner, uh, what’s got ya?
Pulled off in a but that ain’t no damn
Play with me, might get ya head splattered
But does that matter?
He just let off fifty shots on camera
[He’s just clinked up
Hopped out the truck blicked up
[Went straight to
I ain’t got time for arguing with no n#gg#, you’ll get binged up
I’ll give a n#gg# nightmares, he’ll wanna give his dreams up
Forty thousand with a .40 Glock, can’t pull my jeans up
And my young n#gg# already totin’ blicks, he got my genes, huh
This lil’ b#tch finessed her way inside this studio, she sing, huh
It’s the big boss C4 at yo’ backdoor but it didn’t ring, huh?
Fifty deep with a cameraman, might shoot a scene in here
Baddest b#tches inside my session, ones you ain’t seen, huh
I wake up, I’m feelin’ like Wu-Tang, get this C.R.E.A.M up
Long as you know that cash my daddy
I ain’t nothin’ like that dude, I’m big boss 4
He’s a real back blocker
Thirty milligrams of Percocet to get me proper
He’s a real [Gun cocker, uh, get guaper
He’s a real don dada [Nothin’ like his father]
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