Damn Nino that’s fire
Young n#gg# how I f#ck up a hunnid
I brought my bread so I keep it coming (Gp)
Damn your b#tch, she [?]
I don’t really gotta say nun (Go, go)
I don’t wanna talk about sh#t, if it’s not about a honey bun (Go, goo)
We ride around wit dem sticks, me and my squad have a lotta fun (Woah, go)
And I scored your b#tch, she gave a lil n#gg# a home run
And I scored me a brick, yeah lil n#gg# that’s a homerun
Choppa cook him up like a steak, yeah leave his #ss wit the gun
And I cut that b#tch off, she gonna need me in the long run
You in the hoe #ss car and it’s outdated
And I’m on Mars, I feel elevated
I dropped out of school, I’m still educated
She dropped out of school, she still educated
Smoking on this dope, so medicated
After I f#cked yo b#tch, she looked like she meditated
n#gg# show respect, show gratitude
Sipping on this drank give me an attitude
SRT got an attitude
This b#tch watching me like an assassin do
And I keep that Glock, I’m assassin dude
In the Beamer car, I thinks it’s faster dude
Cause you got the slow car, and I go faster than you
That n#gg# broke as f#ck, he can’t handle the truth
Sipping on this drank, it get me in my mood
I’m sipping on this drank but ain’t sick wit the flu
Two cups n#gg#, it got purple stains
Purple stains, n#gg# from the steel pain
I lost a lot of sh#t, I don’t feel pain
Young n#gg#, he will cross you, it’s an ill game
I’m smoking dope [?]
I love the view so I roll up some more
Damn hit my DM let’s find a city hoe
We chillin’ ‘fore the night so put the TV on
Bad b#tch and she bad to the bone
I’m getting all these money, I can make a lot
I’m comin’ on you feelin’ like I’m Eugene
Ksubi n#gg# I don’t ride no [?] jeans
Don’t try to call me bro, what the f#ck you mean?
She said I’m kinda rude when I’m off the lean
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