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Why you think this funny, b*t*h?
You know it ain't funny though
All about my money bro
Bet you can't get no hoes
Oh, bro, yo' ho
Got her dancin' on the floor
Got her twerking on the floor (Dance, dance, dance, dance)
Got her twerking, make a show (Twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk)
Boy, you know I keep a pole
Yo' ho on a stripper pole
In the morning, leave at four
Told VJ to drop the fours
She said I should go in
B*t*h, I ain't goin' in
She ain't talking 'bout her pu**y
She just wanna set me up
You know what I'm shootin' up (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Ain't talkin' Heroin
These b*t*hes want me in the club
I'ma f**k this girl again
I ain't got no morals, girl, you a silly ho (Silly ho)
She want me to do some Coke
Asked her if it help her cope
'Cause I killed her main man's more than a year ago
I know how it feel, girl
I killed my main b*t*h
She was talking so much sh*t, 'cause I f**ked her bestfriend
We couldn't come to an end
That b*t*h was obsessed with me
Her friend wanted sex with me (Sexy b*t*h)
But I really missed her
I just missed the thought of her
But her friend, I really liked (Bad b*t*h)
I got memories of a bike
The way she was riding me (Bad b*t*h)
And I liked to lie to her
When she on me, toes curled
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Rode me 'til my toes curled
She was one of my baddest girls
Need forgiveness by my Lord
B*t*h, I am my own Lord
Hate my teacher Mr. Ford (F**k Ford)
He so fat and he a b*t*h (Fat b*t*h)
Abused as a child
Why he acting mild?
Killing him is vital (Boom, boom, boom)
Murder on my mind, though
Murder him, ain't lying though
All my bros came from the go
OTM is up, all gold (OTM)
Question me, I'll never fold
Put that on Yoshi's bro
Yeah, yeah
All these n***as, they hittin' my phone
They told me to slide
I told that n***a, "he died"
I-I-I got some demons
So I been praying for angels
Just like your boy in the sky
Blackity black
N***a, we shootin' for fun
Why don't you get ya' Get Back?
W-W-Whippin' the Tracks
She told me, "keep going fast"
So I put my foot on the gas
N***a get burned if he play with the fire
Eye for an eye, we ready to die
Boy, ready?
We pull up with tanks and guns
Not just sayin' this sh*t for fun
Cou-countin' my funds
Act like you see from the mud
Choppa hit hard like a thud
Where is yo' son?
Under the barrel of my gun
This sh*t just take number one
Yeah, I cannot slow down for sh*t, no
Yeah, Tweak off percs, you gettin' hit now
Yeah, cuttin' traffic like a d**k now
Yeah, I got yo' b*t*h all on my, ayy
B*t*h, I'm in the loud (Yeah)
B*t*h, I only smoke that loud (Yeah)
N***a, tell my brodie, Javi, I'm proud (B*t*h)
N***a, my teachers told me, "pay attention"
Lil' n***a, but I ain't
B*t*h, I ball so hard, you not on my rank
N***a, f**k that ho, her pu**y stank (Hahaha)
I said, "we up sticks, up dracs"
It's like, naw n***a, we up them tanks (Blo, blo, blo)
Y'all n***as ain't on sh*t, n***a, on my gang
And you don't shoot sh*t, n***a, you fake a name
B*t*h, I know I'm a G.O.A.T, just say my name
And you not no OTM, lil' n***a, yo' a** fake
You ain't really beefin' with no n***as
That's my swag 'cause I'm yo' dad lil' n***a
These lil' b*t*h a** n***as
They on the WI-FI, they ain't shootin' sh*t
The only thing they shootin' is some nut into a rag, n***a
If you get beat up, I'm glad, n***a
If you get robbed, man, I'm glad, n***a
If I ever see you, n***a, I'm glad
Glad, lil' n***a, I knock you on yo' a**

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