Ace boogie wit the work, i ain’t lucky
Black lives matter move white like a honky
Threw the buffs on i ain’t surprised she wanna hump me
Got a new batch in and err zip gon be chunky
Yo money too short that’s why she ain’t shakin monkey
They be talkin spicy f#ck it i be talkin crunchy
Put a opp in a cone so you know i had to stuff it
Man they found out i’m really up some sh#t na they love me
I’m really up some sh#t but i ain’t get it playin craps
He prolly still woulda been cool if he ain’t rat
I prolly still woulda copped a chain if i ain’t rap
Some n#gg#s really need to die cuz they ain’t live wat they rap
When i gеt to heaven imma still servе a pack
Put that 20 ball up you ain’t eatin thats a snack
Took a l i ain’t cry i wonn trippin, got it back
My n#gg# gary lost his life, he can’t never get it back
Ion even wanna make a song if it ain’t facts
I’m turning down feature money if that song wack
I’m turnin down head if the b#tch be smokin blacks
Ain’t know her name call her ricky how i’m bussin on her back
One thing i really hate is weak head
And all of her kids still be peein in the bed
And she be hittin licks just cuz she don’t wanna beg
And another thing i hate big stomach, lil legs
They see me doing it big they ain’t have faith in me
That fall bag in like we got it rakin leaves
n#gg#s takin shots, man they better take a seat
You can be a game head but you bet not play wit me
Half a cutie 3.5 wateva it’s all a eighthy
I knew the b#tch was slow but i ain’t know that she was crazy
Asked me what’s the chances of her really havin my baby
I told the b#tch hmm never so it’s slim just like shady
Better take a timeout ain’t gettin no time in
Oh she freaky freaky heard she got like 5 kids
She want some qt, she ain’t a fan how i live
Don’t complain how i live money long just like nia
Pandemic prices that mean errthang double
Ain’t sh#t sweet, pole on me, we a couple
Down on yo knuckles how you tryna knock my hustle
They like oh you in yo bag i’m like naw i’m in my duffle
All she drink is wine p#ss# taste like moscato
Ain’t turnin up yo grind but turnin up them liquor bottles
He never was a factor man i been forgot em
Postin money all the time, he can’t believe that he got it
Unemployment stopped so yo money slowin up
Get em whacked for the signs that he throwin up
I might be a lil petty need to do some growin up
Say his funeral tomorrow oh i’m still showin up
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