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B*t*h, haha Yeah, Rio said it, n***a, that wasn't Mike (Enrgy Beats) Huh? Lil dirty-a** ho I'll stomp a?mud?hole in a?n***a brain Even though the club closed,?I'll still make it rain We from Flint, if we say chatty, that mean n***as lame I wouldn't even let my son wear you n***as' chains Stay over there, you a rapper, bro, stop switchin' lanes Give you a taper with these clippers and these b*t*hes fade Shout out to the Cali plug, he kept a n***a straight He gave me four hundred-some grams, then a brick was made My styrofoam filled with a three of Tris How you go and catch a body knowin' you couldn't beat the sh*t? My girl caught me cheatin' with her cousin, I beat the b*t*h I know it's foul, but told your a** once, I'm a piece of sh*t Doggy came through and bought a three of hit Twelve hundred rounds in this car, n***a, we legit My white boy just spent seven thousand on a diesel kit One shot out this BMG'll make a Regal flip Ayy, I'm a stretcher I need to see how this sh*t hit, here go a tester F**k a scale, I need a bale of weed, I need it measured It's easier to move the bag when you ain't pressured F**k your mama good, then beat your a**, b*t*h, I'm Melvin Walkin' 'round her house in nothin' but drawers, I feel like a wrestler This b*t*h tried to set me up, but I ain't let her Pop you while you shoppin' in the mall, you twenty-one forever But I'll beat a n***a a** like I was sixteen F**ked your b*t*h for sixteen hundred and bought some big B's Bro could've popped you, but his Glock had a misfeed It's cool 'cause I sent my lil' brother on a ten-speed N***a want a five-song EP, give me ten G's Drop fifty out this 26 'til it's empty My girl sister tryna get hit, she be tempting Dog tried to flex in the Scat' that he was rentin' I got a problem, but I'm workin' on it Players f**k up too, don't try to judge me, I ain't perfect, homie I ain't with the Crips or Vice Lords, I got all purple on me I ain't Steph, but if we talkin' shots, I'll drop forty on you Last CD I dropped hit Apple charts, it wasn't a chorus on it Safe junky as f**k, ain't clean it up 'cause I be hoardin' money Can't wear my VLONE shirt no more, I spilled some Morton on it Just bought a pair of Gucci socks, I spent some Jordans on 'em Call my AR Motel 6, I left the light on Popped a n***a in Flint Township, then moved to Brightmoor Feds came and took bro CPL, now he fight more My fiend arm swellin' up on him, he put some ice on it Oh, you got a gla** pint? What's the price on it? Have my n***a kill you for some drank, put the pint on you Bro bought a 41 plain, put some ice on it F**ked around and found a blank script, I had to write on it Ayy, I'm into fashion, I used to slang credit cards I'm used to cashin', I can barely work a debit card Hit him in his head with an AR from thirty-seven yards Bro, you cut gra**, you want a verse? Do fifty-seven yards Damn, that's a lot of cuttin' Your CD a** bro, you was talkin' 'bout a lot of nothin' Charge my brother one-twenty a gram, I forgot I cut it Mike popped a n***a 'cause he pushed me, we do not scuffle Shot him twice, sh*t was loud as hell, I forgot the muzzle Popped a Xan' and started throwin' punches, I forgot we brothers B*t*h kept starin' at me hard, I forgot I f**ked her Rio charged me one-twenty a gram, he forgot he cut it (My fault, just let me send it back, bro, I forgot I touched it) Ten bands on me, feelin' cute, I forgot I'm ugly F**ked this b*t*h, but I don't trust her 'cause I shot her brother Boy, you was raised out in Fletcher, you did not struggle
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