Get em’ in got my own sh#t, half a Mil on my own b#tch
And I’m still in the same sh#t, and I still f#ck the same b#tch
And I still got the same clip, hundred round choppa’ stainless
Leave a op n#gg# brainless, n#gg#s rapping but ain’t saying sh#t
Ten bands make your mans switch, V12 make the Benz flip
Need Percs and Xans scripts, hi-points gon’ jam b#tch
Raf Simmons no Stan Smiths, f#ck your man he a damn snitch
Do the dash with a bad b#tch, clip longer than my damn glick
Rap n#gg#s on fan sh#t, walk down on some man sh#t
Play with my Dons we stalking your sh#t
Play with my cash your #ss gon’ get hit
Spend ten on my damn fit, double C on the bad b#tch
FN this a hand stick, go to New York like a damn Knick
Sipping foo like now your #ss sick
Dolan on the beat you know its a hit
Glock 23 and it came in a package
AR Pistol put it under the mattress
Landed in Vegas I picked up the work
f#cked up the beat then I f#cked up the curb
Shooters creeping and they wait for the word
Around the ops playing man hunt
50 round leave your man slumped
Lil b#tch
Get em’ in got my own sh#t, half a Mil on my own b#tch
And I’m still in the same sh#t, and I still f#ck the same b#tch
And I still got the same clip, hundred round choppa’ stainless
Leave a op n#gg# brainless, n#gg#s rapping but ain’t saying sh#t
Ten bands make your mans switch, V12 make the Benz flip
Need Percs and Xans scripts, hi-points gon’ jam b#tch
Raf Simmons no Stan Smiths, f#ck your man he a damn snitch
Do the dash with a bad b#tch, clip longer than my damn glick
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