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I-I-I rock out with that bitch that hold a whole hunnid
The laws get in my mix, bitch, I don't know nothin
I still be in the streets, I be out road runnin
I throw that savage D that keep them hoes comin
It ain't nothin' to drop a bag, wipe his nose for me
Never been the type to brag, I don't do no stuntin
Nigga tweakin' in this bitch like he on somethin
Had to rough me up a nigga, cause he owed somethin
Look, that's a fine stallion hoe, oh, she a bold somethin
Niggas bum like, shawt me down and let me hold somethin
My old hoe trickin' on the low like I don't know or somethin
Pop a jigga, get out my top, I feel like goin' up
Snatch ya bitch, get the top and blow her back out
I get the back end, but first I'm tryin' to get the pack out
They had my nigga on that joce , but now my nigga back now
Went and fronted work for all the time my nigga sat out
I just popped a seal, this shit make me chill
Remember days out in the field just tryin' to catch a kill
Remember days when I was broke hittin licks to pay the bills
Baby mamas couldn't stand me, kept me from the kid
I was down on my dick and ain't nobody love me
Now they see Lil Spit, they on this dick, he raw like f*ck a condom
Too many turned out to be snakes, can't f*ck with anacondas
Money make me fornicate, I keep that money comin
I don't care what niggas say, look, you can keep the comments
I'm tryin' to catch a nigga slippin' so I can put him under
But I'm so dirty, I might also have to f*ck his mama
I got a bitch who grant my wishes, I'ma call her Wanda
I pull the stick out, my aim to catch a brain and that's fasho
How you cuff a liver , then try to complain about the hoe
Stoner bitch just like a chimney, all she do get full of smoke
Niggas shootin' in the air , I look around like where it go
Ain't nobody dead yet , boy what you coppin' pistols for,
You know I'm fully loaded
I ain't leavin' out this bitch less I'm leavin' like Tony
Don't give a f*ck, I go to war, bitch, whoever want it
I'm a chef up in the trap, ain't cookin' macaroni
R.I.P. my opponent, I act a f*ckin' donkey
I starve yo' family out they hustle, now they feelin' hungry
Too bad now it's above me, go talk to God about it
But can't no nigga touch me
I can't be in no competition wit a f*ckin dusty
Pack be extra loud
I gotta vacuum seal the f*ckin' musty
F*ck twelve
And I won't even let none of these bitches cuff me
I told a hoe we would get married, she should know I'm bluffin