I gotta a bout pint a that lean stick in digestion
f#ck n#gg# ask the question
f#ck n#gg#s get to stressin
When i’m bussin heads off wit the smith and wesson
4:5 n#gg#s testin
4.5 To the dome leave a n#gg# restin
Timmy got a big weapon
Strip a n#gg# down like he coming to the end of the lesson
Ion even even need to keep the heat discreet
Ya b#tch be on my meat
She pipe down
b#tches acting like they don’t want to f#ck cause i want right now
Man f#ck you bum n#gg#s timoney
I been stacking my bands i’m getting some sums
Like we wuz meetin thеm demands outside of clubs
Like banging drums wе could be scattering around
I shoot a few slugs and you n#gg#s gon be talk of the town
I’m talking 2 clacks
Slap and c#ck it back i’ll leave n#gg#s talking to 2Pac
When you done shared a space wit a nogga you want ya room back
See i been in a place wit these n#gg#s don’t gotta shoot back
Cause they don’t even shoot when i’m facing the other way
I need my groove back
Rollin up get paid
I been watching the lil hands on the rollie tickin away
They tickin that mean it fake
Imma go find that n#gg# i bought it from run his fade
Till i see the blood drippin straight
Out the mouth of a b#tch
f#ck n#gg#s smack it off
While i’m tapping raw
Ya b#tch be undercover and sucking me like an vacuum hog
Black b#tches take ya f#cking panties off
This man timmy done turned the camera off
Editing vids up on f#cking camera raw
Ya b#tch on the camera raw
She did things i couldn’t imagine
You know that she not a amateur
Ya b#tch a ho n#gg#
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