Yeah
Yeah yeah
[Damn Ty how you made this b#tch too
f#ck happened to you
Waddap homie
22 hundred for the FN’
n#gg#s see me start running
22 hundred for act pint
We ain’t even sell it, we drunk it
22 hundred for my shirt and pants
Words that she wants but don’t want it
My new car is so fast, I slide around the corner
12 lines in this 20 ounce, it gave me a boner
Get a hundred out the bank at any time I wanna
I’m sippin’ Red with yellow v cups look like ketchup mustard
I know the real f#ckin’ Birdman, n#gg#, not no stunna
Let out 50 from an AR, the b#tch can flip a hummer
I am the type to get my dog rich, sh#t, I feel like Sosa
Chopper bullet grace his face, he thought he was cut by Lokin
Pull up with that .45, it’ll knock out Andrew Bogut
n#gg# say he wants that smoke, chopper wake him up like folgers
Pull up blue sh#t fall off my pocket, n#gg#s think I’m locin’
b#tch is shaking trying to take a pic, damn keep your composure
Don’t be cryin’ on my line once we done, b#tch its over
Keep that nine in a cut and get it done just like tony
Put a stock on my glock and call it the macaroni
Droppin’ bows and we selling rock, lil n#gg# you was just bronie
n#gg# said he in a different bag, ain’t his bag, he stole it
n#gg#s claim to drop all heat, sh#t ain’t heat, it’s frozen
Why you go by that cheap ice, lil n#gg# you is bogus
You can’t even pay the label back the money that they loaned you
Tell the truth you independent, ’cause don’t nobody wants you
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