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b*t*h I ain't trying to catch no vibe, I'm on some player sh*t Book me at your club, secure my bag. No, I don't pay the b*t*h Street n***a, but I be in them b*t*hes that the Lakers hit n***as always rapping bout that cloth, but never made a hit Got so much respect, they clear the room when I got somthin to say Why is n***as talking out they neck like they gon bust a grape? We might be related. Drop a dime, then we gon unrelate I deal with all my problems. Never been the type to runaway Beat it up, thеn beat up on my chest like I'm a f**king apе b*t*h I already know what you about, now give my bruh a taste Claiming that he eating, but he starving; ain't have lunch today And I treat the Glock like my b*t*h. Yes, I'm in love with bae And we'll pop up where you stay. Where you hiding at? My lil bro will take your chain, then have you buy it back I ain't into playing games. Ain't got no time for that And if I told you what I made, then yo mind would crash Made so many millions off of hoes; it don't matter b*t*h made me three hundred thousand large; get her ass fatter Keep his money with a glass jar; it got shattered Kill him. I done leaved his family p*ssed; that's bad bladder Pimpin the saddle. Dipping and dabble, sending the cattle n***as will tattle. Your partner the judge, swinging the gavel Crazy how these n***as doing time Same n***a told on you, the one that picked you up to do the crime n***a said he keeping a buck, but he dropped the dime n***as say whatever on phones, like feds don't tap the line Young'ns like to ride with them guns, but scared the pop that iron sh*t ain't like the rap videos when the metal start to fly in Grandmas and mamas crying. Nephews and sons dying He's like a pu**ycat while standing in a pack of lions Way before I went to New York, I was a f**king giant Had to buy two Maybachs just so my birds could slide I drip in the cut, and bubble up just like peroxide Can't tell you how many white b*t*hes I didn't have topside Slim drop mop slide. Gucci flip flop slides And I had a b*t*h's husband pay me to take his wife COURTSIDE Telling they boy rappers tuck when I come around I don't give a f**k who or what, I shut em down Trying to get a hundred, spend a hundred, get a hundred pounds Kill all snitches. Broke b*t*hes get the run around Hell to the throne, I don't condone with these rappers on I got on the phone, leave him holed like a saxophone b*t*hes on my line, wanna shine and get their money up She just want some d**k, a little time, and a tummy tuck n***as wanna be you when they see you on your grizzy I just went and booked another venue, so I'm busy I just hit a n***a back to back like I'm Drizzy Heard some n***as looking for me? Tell them n***as, come and get me! I'm a bay n***a; I'll be in the city by the bridges J n***a; every time you see me, pretty b*t*hes Play n***a; Imma show you not the one to do that Who that? The n***a who might pull up where your crew at A freak with the twins. Couple of 40s in the double clutch Threw a couple shots at his feet; made him double Dutch Still in these streets. Quarterback; tell them to huddle up 30 for the 30. Who ordered that? With a double up I keep the little b*t*h on her sh*t; that's the boss in me Look and you gonna see it in my drip; that's the sauce in me Just was on the net viewing n***as with the trickery And bodied any rapper in this game that ever mentioned me (DIGGS!)
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