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(DJ Lil Sprite, hit) n***as scream they ridin' 'til we run into a pothole Mexican b*t*h come over, we gon' f**k and she make tacos I can only beef about the cheese like some nachos I just got a spot on Hampton right there by the vatos n***as sell they soul for a car and some mall clothes I can't sell my soul 'cause my sh*t ain't got no barcode We be sellin' dope day and night like the narcos We gon' hit him up tonight and book a flight tomorrow If this n***a tick me off, then we gon' X him like a tac-toe Neighbors, they be trippin', so we gotta use the backdoor We can make a fool of him like he was on the Shaq show Skinny n***a, but I hold my weight like I'm a fat ho I don't wanna f**k with them, 'cause they give me informant vibes I done been stabbed all in my back like I'm a porcupine Me, a couple guns, and my cousins, that's my entourage Put me by a million dollars, I bet I'ma camouflage Put me by a million dollars, I be I'ma double that I ain't see nobody fall, so we gon' have to double back I can't give that b*t*h my heart, 'cause she gon' try to run with that Whenever it get hard, they run away and then they runnin' back I think I'm the sh*t, so I'm feelin' like some asscheeks They know I ain't lettin' none of that pu**y sh*t get past me If I call you brother, all you gotta do is ask me n***as hate you now, but they was f**kin' with you last week Ain't a damn thing changed, b*t*h, I still feel like I'm Tony I remember we was choppin' weenies up in macaroni Had to eat a bowl of cereal, fry you some bologna We only talked for thirty minutes, how the hell you think you know me? Thank God that I made it this far, hallelujah My heart done went missin' somewhere in Bermuda Like my eyes doin' x-rays, I'm seein' right through you I don't f**k with these n***as, 'cause all of 'em putos I'm stuffin' exotic in these honey berries I been in that water like Spongebob and Gary Pop at they ass, I hope all of 'em buried Then put that b*t*h right in reverse like I'm Terry n***as scream they ridin' 'til we run into a pothole Mexican b*t*h come over, we gon' f**k and she make tacos I can only beef about the cheese like some nachos I just got a spot on Hampton right there by the vatos n***as sell they soul for a car and some mall clothes I can't sell my soul 'cause my sh*t ain't got no barcode We be sellin' dope day and night like the narcos We gon' hit him up tonight and book a flight tomorrow
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