Shout to Mr Madd on the track
On the track yea
Young n#gg#
Had to gone bring it back yea
One time
For the H town
Imma
Solid n#gg#
Gotta stay down
It’s
Cold
I got it froze
On my wrist
And shout out rich gang
On that trail ride sh#t
Who you wit , rich gang
Who you wit , rich gang
Them n#gg#s try to copy
But it ain’t the same thang
Tell them hoes pipe down
Say goin pipe down
Them n#gg#s goin party
Till the laws shut it down
To partys
With the walls
Or party’s for a cause
Them n#gg#s goin party
Out they MF draws
Shout to
Flex N Fab
And the dallas Mavs
(huh)
Imma need a feature
Just to bang it in the slab
This is
Down South
Where i stay
The candy paint
Dripping
Down the MF lane
(look)
b#tches on a pole
That don’t phase me
I
Live off the Toll
183
He can rap
But he ain’t seein me
They say they got it on lock
But I got the key
Whoa
I’m too old
For that beef sh#t
She playing games
Imma gone
Give her beef tip
Y’all some
Sour n#gg#s
On that sweet sh#t
In Sams Bar B Q
You don’t need no teeth b#tch
Imma
Come down
Imma swang
Imma swerve
,oh sh#t
A n#gg#
Almost hit a curb
Young n#gg#
Stay in flyer then a bird
My n#gg# marvin
Like
Big , brudda, what’s the word?
It’s Dubstar
Ain’t no runner ups
(yea)
Workin all night
Till the sun is up
They remember
When I was coming up
Yea you remember me
I’m mr run it up
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