First n#gg# that tried to run
We finna shoot, it ain’t gon’ be fun
My b#tch, she bad, she got a bun
If I ain’t gettin’ paper, I dont want nothin’
I shoot that boy with that-
Baby I know what I’ve become
n#gg#s, they copy all of my
Yeah, scratch that
I ride around in a hellcat
Yeah, I’m with, I’ma them
Yeah
Yeah, no you cannot get your racks back
I run around, n#gg#, with a blicky
Run up on me, turn that boy to a hashtag [Hashtag
I
First n#gg# that try to run
We gonna shoot, it will not be fun
I had to stick to my gun, my
She giving neck, like an ostrich
I gave my n#gg# the key and he locked it
n#gg# so broke, like with a pocket
n#gg# in houston, might go see the Rockets
I wear Balenci, Balenci’, Balenci’, Balenci’, then in my pocket
That door whеn we knockin’
In this sh#t, like a
And my n#gg#s shootin’ like
I went ahеad and the Ricky, the Ricky, the Ricky, I had to upgrade all my closet
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