[It’s Lando, your b#tch know, don’t let your b#tch go, n#gg#
f#ck the other side
n#gg# DaDa died next to me, that’s why I’m at y’all neck
Give a f#ck about y’all bodies, n#gg#, f#ck y’all respect
n#gg#, this sh#t more than music, n#gg#s gettin’ stretched
We ain’t gon’ half-step nothin’, goin’ full fledged
n#gg#, ain’t no attempts, we ain’t hittin’ legs
Your mama, she a punk b#tch, she had some scary kids
Hit your car a hundred times, what’s the chance you live?
We ain’t gon’ catch you out, n#gg#, catch you where you live
Naw, I don’t know that n#gg#, he talkin’ to the pigs
Pillow talkin’ to the money, finger f#ck the bread
Give a f#ck about the task force, I’m rollin’ with the Shred, n#gg#
If you move, I’ma split your wig
You don’t know all the f#cked-up sh#t in my head
Almost broke down, got that call that my brother dead
Devil want me, tried to get me in my bed
Can’t sleep no more, man, I think I need some f#ckin’ meds
Big F&Ns, four-five, explosive sound effects
Get you smoked like menthols, skinny n#gg#, big balls
b#tch, call if that chopper get to singin’ and yellin’
Put y’all stupid #ss to sleep, have y’all dreamin’ in heaven
The pain I felt in that court room when the judge gave Pole that time
A n#gg# heart broke when I looked inside his mama eyes
I cannot go broke, I done said that sh#t a thousand times
Went broke a thousand times, then pro’d thousand a thousand times
f#ck a b#tch and ditch her, that’s the only time I drop a dime
Saw French in that casket, left a n#gg# traumatized
Hellcat smoke in your face when we sped off
b#tch, we got blues and oranges, that’s Sonic and Knuckles Hedgehog
Looski took his head off for the fettuccini
My n#gg# got life, couldn’t picture what he be thinkin’
n#gg#s wanna beef with us, couldn’t picture what they be thinkin’
I hit your ho, she sneakin’, couldn’t picture what you be thinkin’, n#gg#
Couldn’t picture what they be thinkin’, my b#tches know where I’m at
I’m pullin’ up while you sleepless, ’cause b#tch, you tough in them raps
b#tches playin’ like they sleepin’, I’m peekin’, I’m in the back
I’m ready, I swear I want it, my n#gg#s know where I’m at
Off them Perkys, I get geeky, I put cone all on his hat
Spit on rappers, but I’m changin’, I said I was done with that
Off them shots, sendin’ shots, when it pop, it go brrat
Send a shot, you get dropped, b#tches hate it when I rap
f#ck a rapper on the ‘net, come my way, then you get stretched
Eatin’ b#tches, who want next? Who the f#ck is talkin’ next?
I’ma dog a b#tch who want it ’til it ain’t a rapper left
Scared of who? I let it rip, f#ck your chopper and your vest
For my n#gg#s, ’cause if they was home, they wouldn’t miss a shoot
Give me work, I bet I get it gone, they wouldn’t know what to do
f#ck a following, ’cause in these streets, I don’t got sh#t to prove
f#ck a following, ’cause with these straps, they don’t know what to do
R.I.P. Bug, we used to sell weed up out the gas station
I knew I could rap, but if whatever, then that bag waitin’
Always been the type to go and work while they sack chasin’
Never been a ho who want it first, now they mad waitin’
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