Uh, let me talk my sh#t
Y’all love it when I talk my sh#t
Yeah, and can’t nobody do it better
Listen baby, ay
My flow nasty like a trap house
So much reefer bein’ passed I’m bout to pass out
My b#tch walk around naked in my glass house
With all that #ss out, plus she got a bad mouth
Lump sums
She ain’t into suckers but I feed that hoe Dum-Dums
And she stay with me, like, 24/7 so that reservation card reads “Roy D plus 1”
Your lunch truck bars garbage like Detroit stampin’
I drink up all your album sales, piss out your advancements
My eyes behind tint like a n#gg# goin’ campin’
Gettin’ head by a beauty, and you talkin’ bout enhancement?
By the look of n#gg#s facеs, they ain’t get the linе
Sort of like a n#gg# on the stand when he get the line
Maybe like a n#gg# doin’ time and he get the line
Out of all the sh#t I wasn’t none of them a finish line
I got the sh#t for days like a bad stomach
I seen a n#gg# make a milly off his last hundred
I got a mean swag that n#gg#s pay homage to
And I got a bad b#tch that f#cks me like a prostitute
They said I got a problem, sh#t, I prolly do
All these horses on my clothes, they swear I brought a ‘Rarri through
And you can thank and not because my paint drippin’
But because I’m terrorizin’ like they let
f#cka’, I tried to told ‘em ‘bout the sh#t I’m on
They kicked my uncle out the States, we still tryna get him home
That was over 10 ago
I’m used to coppin’ 10 to go, now I’m gettin’ 10 to go wherever I intend to go
That Chi-Town hold the way to Vermillion
I vow to never change but my pain is on chameleon
Get my people on, so it’s safe to say my money stretch
I can get you touched from Little Haiti out to Sunnycrest
I’m doin’ money reps, stay up out my weight room
I’m married to that mothaf#cka’, and you know I hate grooms
Yeah, I’m the topic of discussions like a breakroom
Plus, I’m eatin’ p#ss# like a n#gg# gettin’ paid to
Gorilla warfare, y’all know who the f#ck we are
I got a appetite, so y’all n#gg#s gon’ f#ckin’ starve
Unless you settle for some fruit out this banana clip
For actin’ like you Mighty Joe Young with all the monkey paws
Leave the murder weapon smokin’ like an herbal essence
And let him know that I ain’t playin’ ‘cause the first impression
You wanna leave with a n#gg# that tries to show aggression?
Has to be dead because if not he never learned his lesson
My mama always said there’s somethin’ wrong with me
But I ain’t need a b#tch for sh#t, I got my own Winfrey
When it comes to guns, I got a .44 Beretta, say I got a long stock, come on pimpy
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