God damn, i’m the man
Test that-
God damn, i’m the man
Test that n#gg# like uncle sam
Got a plan, what’s the plan n#gg#? we can get it down
But you gon’ die, i’ll put that on me
Strapped up with my heater, b#tch on me
Shawty {lick?} on me
You get lit on me like {?}
Get clapped, just like cans
Shawty clap, for some bands
Got this heater on my side, if he talkin’ catch a tan
I got this {?}, then it pop just like a xan
Your lil b#tch wan’ stay the night, {?} cuz she a fan
Nah no i can’t wine and dine, get that b#tch right {?}
And that boy step outta line, he recline like a chair
And i know that lil b#tch lyin’, i don’t even carе
And it’s up, then it’s stuck, n#gg# leave him {?}
If that p#ss# n#gg# {?}
Slidе on with that glick, make him sit like a chair
I know i f#cked your b#tch n#gg#, life isn’t fair
And i know that he a b#tch n#gg#
That boy not a b#tch getta’
{?} he a b#tch getta’
{?} he a b#tch hitta’
Run into the sto’, yeah they know that i’m a {?}
{?} take her tail feather
Shawty take a tail feather, send her to heaven
I’m always comin’ first, i’m never comin’ in second
I’m blowin’ all these racks, i’m really countin’ my blessin’s
{?} watch how i’m steppin’
Yeah, i’m still here, you know how i’m rockin’
You know why i have no real fear, cuz this glock hit
Pop it in your ear, so now i know you can’t hear
This is just how i spit, who’s gon’ talk when the wrist is flipped?
Who’s gon’ walk with a {?} this big, with a check by my side that’s how i live
I’m really goin’ stupid, and i thought you knew this
Like this the truth, like this the truth
And i’m {?}
I’m really comin’ ruthless, and i be like screw it, like really screw it, i see
And i ain’t comin’ {?} and my chick is mixed
Black and yellow bumblebee
And we be gettin’ high, high in the sky, and i ain’t talkin’ die, i smoke tree
Don’t even try cuz i’m better than (you)
I leave ’em wetter, i’m better than (you)
I don’t upset her, i’m better than (you)
And i just met her you knew, like
Flow’s cold as the flu, hotback blowin’ like all in the booth
She bein’ good, {?} get to choose
Give her gucci, {?}
I be gettin’ to the loot, {?} lookin’ like he pooped
{?}, what i be poppin’ he knew
Why did he start this?
I am an artist
I paint his carcass
Don’t even get {?} car then i dip
Talkin’ tough, now he’s clipped
I’m walkin’ up cuz i missed
I knocked him down with my fist
And i’m strong, i’m off of a fifth
Last thing he seen was my wrist
I’ll take his lick, and his chick
Now we {?}
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