Oldhauntie came through
n#gg#, what the f#ck?! (Huh?)
n#gg#, what the f#ck?! (n#gg#, what the f#ck?!)
b#tch, what the f#ck?! (What, what, what?)
b#tch, what the f#ck?! (b#tch, what the f#ck?!)
What the (Huh?), What the (Who?)
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What the (What?), What the f#ck?!
Shut the f#ck up
Shut the f#ck up (b#tch), shut the f#ck up (Stupid ho)
Shut the f#ck up (b#tch), shut the f#ck up (Stupid ho)
Shut the f#ck up (b#tch), shut the f#ck up (Stupid ho)
(What the f#ck?!)
f#ck whoever don’t like this song, I crank this b#tch up by my own (Ayy-ayy)
Crunkstars in the f#ckin’ crowd, get buck, get wild, let’s go, let’s go (Let’s go, let’s go)
I might jaw a n#gg# just to shoi hkm I ain’t no f#ckin ho (No f#ckin ho)
I told Wafi, “Heavy on the ice, my pockets on f#ckin’ swole”
Building my brand from the f#ckin’ ground up, you ain’t never gone see me fold (See me fold)
Lame #ss n#gg#, we know y’all hatin’ on us, that’s why we f#ckin’ y’all hoes (f#ckin’ y’all hoes)
See my ice, she see my whip, the b#tch gon’ blow like good C4
I’m the gang, he the gang, she the gang, we the gang, sticking to them Triple M codes
I don’t know nobody realer, I’m really eatin’ steaks with some muhf#ckin’ killers
You must want Anna like Miller
b#tch, I’m rich, I drop off the scriller to hitters
Still on my toes like Thriller
Hoes by the two’s, one chocolate, and one is vanilla
And b#tch, I own all my cars, I ain’t nothin’ like these rap n#gg#s
On God
n#gg#, what the f#ck?! (Huh?)
n#gg#, what the f#ck?! (n#gg#, what the f#ck?!)
b#tch, what the f#ck?! (What, what, what?)
b#tch, what the f#ck?! (b#tch, what the f#ck?!)
What the (Huh?), What the (Who?)
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What the (What?), What the f#ck?!
f#ck the laws, lil’ b#tch, I’m hot
c#ck the Glock, get popped, get dropped
This not a hard top, this the drop (The drop)
Put me on any beat, I bet I pop (I pop)
n#gg# really talking like Duke ain’t the hardest
Rap game janitor, take out the garbage
Styling, I can drip a shirt out of Target
Black and white money, I’m in everybody market
Lacking never, gangsta forever
Why pay a shooter? I can shoot the sh#t better
Bottom plastic, the top is metal
Shoot ’em, bow-bow, leave his soul in the weather
I did it, I done it, now tell me who better
Wherever, whenever, pop sh#t on whoever
Protected by God, but the choppa the devil (Yeah, yeah)
Two-toned pendant, but the center rose gold
Leave your ho ’cause she might get stole
I was out late, you was under your ho
You ain’t got no grind, can’t meet your goals
Everybody know I’m that n#gg#, but don’t nobody know you, n#gg#
Money ain’t fall in my lap
Half of these rappers ain’t winnin’ off trap, n#gg#, we know you cap
n#gg#s done threatened my life, I was still thinkin’ ’bout money
Like n#gg#s ain’t talkin’ bout nothin, you ain’t never even beat up nothin’
Last time I checked, you a b#tch, you must turnt to a G or some
You too old to be trying to get rank
Lil’ boy, sit down before you get spanked, b#tch
n#gg#, what the f#ck?! (Huh?)
n#gg#, what the f#ck?! (n#gg#, what the f#ck?!)
b#tch, what the f#ck?! (What, what, what?)
b#tch, what the f#ck?! (b#tch, what the f#ck?!)
What the (Huh?), What the (Who?)
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