Gudda Chyld - Danger (Freestyle) Lyrics

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Gotta stay alive in this damn crab bucket, (huh) means I gotta leave town for my name to start buzzin' (what?)
Gotta blow up in the A for my city just to love me (huh)
Bitches left me on read and all a sudden they want f*ck me
Get the f*ck, y'all done proved that y'all really ain't for me (nah)
Old circle, new money got me actin' all bougie
I'm a badass nigga, I be feelin' like I'm Boosie (huh)
Y'all fake love a nigga and I really hate y'all truly (f*ck 'em)
That same lame nigga out the hood than done came up (huh)
Same niggas talk down on me, keepin' my name up (huh)
Same hoes used to play on me, switchin' their game up
Seen a nigga dead broke, now they seein' the change up (huh)
Now they seein' the change up
Now they seein' the change up (huh)
Nigga, f*ck bein' humble, I'm just keepin' it gangsta (yeah)
Just needed grandmaw, brothers, and sister and Vonnie
Why all these rappers turned faggots?
I don't need y'all to sign me (no)
I'ma keep this shit gutta in the trenches, y'all find me
My next trick, I ain't trickin'
Bravo, not the Johnny
Claimin' I'm a hot boy, tell Stunna about me (waahh)
Tryin' to get my rocks off, hoes ugly like Tiny (facts)
Make bitches wear a mask, while you at it free Shiesty
I don't f*ck with poo bitches, I'm the shit so they like me (huh)
I just talk that bullshit, (huh) to pull shit, (huh) the prove shit (huh)
On a graveyard shift, switch, make em' shape shift (what?)
Unidentified the object when I toss it, spaceship (what?)
Tryin' to get my Facebook, tryin' to get my space flipped (yeah)
Pussy nigga dick look, when he seen that Drac lift (pussy)
He done got his bitch took, cut her off, Tay Swift
The bar god, raise the bar high
He done switched sides, oh ight, slide
Switch, switched him to the afterlife (yeah)
And all my old hoes still stalkin', bitch get a life
Left the f*ckin' wrong nigga, he ain't even f*ckin' right
Shout out to my old homie, we ain't even clickin' tight (no)
Was trippin' like a whole flunky
Switched the role, ain't actin' right (damn)
Served my own cousin, he a junkie for them Mike and Ike's (yeah)
As a youngin', I was lonely
Twelve o'clock, no motorbike (whoah)
The 12 got me shady for the record
No Obie Trice, MIA with a strap
No M.A., no f*ckin' dyke
Got warriors like the Bay
Came out to play tonight
Ain't nothin' for a bitch to say unless she say she want the pipe (boaw)