I look hella mean, Ion gaf bout about hoes, I got hella green
Niggas run up, meet the chop, blow em smithereens, I ain't never been no bitch, put that on Lil Ke My lil' niggas come and get you, leave you
In a tree It's too late, you already sold some pounds for me
Get em gon the quickest way, nigga third
Degree I been in this for a minute, shit is hard
To see Man, I spent a lot of time with that bitch
Couldn't believe it either, nigga Big chop, hella rounds, drums look like beavers nigga
Do too much one time, I can't even hang wit ya
F*ck your bitch one time, it was great shit
I miss ha Nigga, I been on the grind, I can't lie
I'm ready shine F*ck nigga, run up on me wrong, blick him in the eyes
Look out for them snakes, boy, they come in
Disguise Love my nina so much, she with me till I die
Three-five to the face, keep my mental real high
If you a f*ck, nigga, shit, I can't be around you
No tellin' what you gon' do, can't speak round you
Real money gettin' ass, nigga, I had a lil' clue
Real street, nigga, shit, I'd rather stay out the loop
Free my niggas locked up in that cell, what they do
You ain't do shit for me, you's a bitch, get gone
Send you home, matter of fact, send shots to your dome
Brand new watch, I just got its from Rome That's a hundred on my motherf*ckin' wrist, no chrome
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I look hella mean, Ion gaf bout about hoes, I got hella green
Niggas run up, meet the chop, blow em smithereens, I ain't never been no bitch, put that on Lil Ke My lil' niggas come and get you, leave you
In a tree It's too late, you already sold some pounds for me
Get em gon the quickest way, nigga third
Degree I been in this for a minute, shit is hard
To see Man, I spent a lot of time with that bitch
Couldn't believe it either, nigga Big chop, hella rounds, drums look like beavers nigga
Do too much one time, I can't even hang wit ya
F*ck your bitch one time, it was great shit
I miss ha Nigga, I been on the grind, I can't lie
I'm ready shine F*ck nigga, run up on me wrong, blick him in the eyes
Look out for them snakes, boy, they come in
Disguise Love my nina so much, she with me till I die
Three-five to the face, keep my mental real high
If you a f*ck, nigga, shit, I can't be around you
No tellin' what you gon' do, can't speak round you
Real money gettin' ass, nigga, I had a lil' clue
Real street, nigga, shit, I'd rather stay out the loop
Free my niggas locked up in that cell, what they do
You ain't do shit for me, you's a bitch, get gone
Send you home, matter of fact, send shots to your dome
Brand new watch, I just got its from Rome That's a hundred on my motherf*ckin' wrist, no chrome
Niggas run up, meet the chop, blow em smithereens, I ain't never been no bitch, put that on Lil Ke My lil' niggas come and get you, leave you
In a tree It's too late, you already sold some pounds for me
Get em gon the quickest way, nigga third
Degree I been in this for a minute, shit is hard
To see Man, I spent a lot of time with that bitch
Couldn't believe it either, nigga Big chop, hella rounds, drums look like beavers nigga
Do too much one time, I can't even hang wit ya
F*ck your bitch one time, it was great shit
I miss ha Nigga, I been on the grind, I can't lie
I'm ready shine F*ck nigga, run up on me wrong, blick him in the eyes
Look out for them snakes, boy, they come in
Disguise Love my nina so much, she with me till I die
Three-five to the face, keep my mental real high
If you a f*ck, nigga, shit, I can't be around you
No tellin' what you gon' do, can't speak round you
Real money gettin' ass, nigga, I had a lil' clue
Real street, nigga, shit, I'd rather stay out the loop
Free my niggas locked up in that cell, what they do
You ain't do shit for me, you's a bitch, get gone
Send you home, matter of fact, send shots to your dome
Brand new watch, I just got its from Rome That's a hundred on my motherf*ckin' wrist, no chrome
Writer: Brian Manley
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