Alright, b*t*h!
Ghetto boy sh*t, n***a
Hey
Grease, where you at with it
Yo’ b*t*h ain’t really bad, she be catfishin’
I don’t really listen to your music, ’cause there’s cap in it
Go one round, pop a perk, then I’m back in it
You got a nine, I got a ten milli, it’s a strap difference
You try too hard, b*t*h, I sh*t talk, it’s a rap difference
Tryna f**k my b*t*h from the side, broke my back with it
I’m a fat n***a, 308 hit his chest, got his back flippin’
I made this sh*t right here for all my trap n***as
That’s in the trap with it
Hit the road, do a turnaround, call it fast livin’
I’m on they #ss, n***a
Z-28 b*t*h, I’m goin’ fast in it
I’m off a six, so I’m hoping I don’t crash in it
Boy, that’s bad business
I be talkin’ sh*t the whole beat, I don’t adlib it
Handy sh*t comin’ off the head, boy, I’m mad giftеd
Told bro to take the standard off, I’m finna air sent ya
I bе willing to do anything, you can ask me anything
I got money, now I’m finna do a drill in the black bentley
One day, I’m gonna be rich, it’s that simply
No cap in me
B*t*h, I got a motherf**kin’ mental notepad with me, go act’, see me
But you can’t, n***a, I’mma tell it how it is, I’m not a fake n***a
Plugged in, I pay 400 for a eight, n***a
It was clean, too
I think they already know I got-
I think they already know I got this sh*t from a fiend, too
I know a n***a tell a bunch of lies, but they seem true
Got a 9 on me right now, bunch of pink and blue
No betelgeuse, I need the truth
No, I don’t sell dope, but my people do
I seen the proof, I believe in you
6000 for a feature, that’s reasonable
I did that sh*t for my bro, let him keep a 2
Walkin’ up on random hoes, like “let me sleep wit’ you”
Check security at the door, I wanna beef wit’ you
Take a b*t*h back to the trap, show her a thing or two
Make the b*t*h suck d**k, taught her english, too
Lil bro sippin’ on some treads, I’m leanin’ too
Walk up on the hoe and say “b*t*h, I’m screaming too”
Run a bag up ’til my ankles swole
Beat my b*t*h off a perk-thirty, make her take control
I’m always on that b*t*h, boy, you hate the road
I run the city now, and I’mma make it known
Hey, winnow we on the map, baby
Yeah, we back, baby
Born in ’94, but still came out a crack baby
Pulled the trigger on this b*t*h once, watch her act crazy
Watch how that sh*t run down the bottle, that’s ack, baby
These hoes say they love me ’cause the belly and the beard
Knock a n***a grill loose, made him go grab some veneers
On my way home, high as hell, man, I hit a deer
Cut my white b*t*h off, ’cause she said “damn, I need a beer”
Got me in my head like “damn, these hoes weird”
This a tesla, b*t*h, lean the seat back and don’t steer
This a fan-b*t*h, before she suck the d**k she gon’ cheer
I should start a kennel, b*t*h, it’s all pits over here
Ha, f**k a exotic door
They say “Mike, have you ever got robbed?” n***a, not at all
Beat a n***a #ss so bad, he got the cops involved
White boy asked for perk-thirties, sold him tylenol
N***a right his wrong, I just drove to the A and caught a flight home
B*t*hes want me ,’cause I’m hot now, but I’m not Mike Jones
Four whips in a lot now, with all my ice on
Pour a six in my pop, man, had all the ice gone, man, I hate that sh*t
Happy I could change the fam’ life, I embrace that sh*t
Hand a b*t*h ten-thousand blues, like “here, make that fit”
Okay, wait, that’s it
B*t*h
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