Like I never gave a f*ck or nunadat, like Niggas know my body, niggas know where the
F*ck I be at and shit, like I mean, I don't know, haha
What is there to prove
And we four deep inside this whip Man burn the rubber, push the car
He tried to run that boy, had booked it's sad that pussy ain't make it far
And I'm her favorite f*ckin' rapper Like look at JaZ, that boy a star
Knock up on the f*ckin' door Got me feelin' like Jehovah
Don't need no witness up my blick We gun em down, man this shit over
The whole team up, man this shit crazy wit SRTs and Range Rovers
Run the court just like I'm Book but make a play like Cade Stover
I like my bitches 5'3", long hair, slim butt Dark skin, caramel, mixed shit, like a mutt
I'ma f*ckin' claw you out, just bend it over, toot it up
I had to cut my partner off, he wasn't tryna shoot enough
Cartier, that plain jane, baby, wrist too f*ckin' froze
Cuban link on my neck, and then my mouth is full of gold
I might put my bitch in Louis, my bitch better than your hoe
I put my tongue up on her lips, say, twin, I got this hoe on go
And I hang with real, and I hang with real bloods
You not my twin, we is not kin, so nigga, please don't call me cuz
Slime him out and wipe his nose, and bitch, I do this just because
This ain't no f*ckin' flu game, I'ma send the f*ckin' flood
JaZiah, we missed you
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Like I never gave a f*ck or nunadat, like Niggas know my body, niggas know where the
F*ck I be at and shit, like I mean, I don't know, haha
What is there to prove
And we four deep inside this whip Man burn the rubber, push the car
He tried to run that boy, had booked it's sad that pussy ain't make it far
And I'm her favorite f*ckin' rapper Like look at JaZ, that boy a star
Knock up on the f*ckin' door Got me feelin' like Jehovah
Don't need no witness up my blick We gun em down, man this shit over
The whole team up, man this shit crazy wit SRTs and Range Rovers
Run the court just like I'm Book but make a play like Cade Stover
I like my bitches 5'3", long hair, slim butt Dark skin, caramel, mixed shit, like a mutt
I'ma f*ckin' claw you out, just bend it over, toot it up
I had to cut my partner off, he wasn't tryna shoot enough
Cartier, that plain jane, baby, wrist too f*ckin' froze
Cuban link on my neck, and then my mouth is full of gold
I might put my bitch in Louis, my bitch better than your hoe
I put my tongue up on her lips, say, twin, I got this hoe on go
And I hang with real, and I hang with real bloods
You not my twin, we is not kin, so nigga, please don't call me cuz
Slime him out and wipe his nose, and bitch, I do this just because
This ain't no f*ckin' flu game, I'ma send the f*ckin' flood
JaZiah, we missed you
F*ck I be at and shit, like I mean, I don't know, haha
What is there to prove
And we four deep inside this whip Man burn the rubber, push the car
He tried to run that boy, had booked it's sad that pussy ain't make it far
And I'm her favorite f*ckin' rapper Like look at JaZ, that boy a star
Knock up on the f*ckin' door Got me feelin' like Jehovah
Don't need no witness up my blick We gun em down, man this shit over
The whole team up, man this shit crazy wit SRTs and Range Rovers
Run the court just like I'm Book but make a play like Cade Stover
I like my bitches 5'3", long hair, slim butt Dark skin, caramel, mixed shit, like a mutt
I'ma f*ckin' claw you out, just bend it over, toot it up
I had to cut my partner off, he wasn't tryna shoot enough
Cartier, that plain jane, baby, wrist too f*ckin' froze
Cuban link on my neck, and then my mouth is full of gold
I might put my bitch in Louis, my bitch better than your hoe
I put my tongue up on her lips, say, twin, I got this hoe on go
And I hang with real, and I hang with real bloods
You not my twin, we is not kin, so nigga, please don't call me cuz
Slime him out and wipe his nose, and bitch, I do this just because
This ain't no f*ckin' flu game, I'ma send the f*ckin' flood
JaZiah, we missed you
Writer: JaZiah Jackson
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