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Let the beat drop, b*t*h i keep the heat c*cked
Keep yo head up before i send yo ass to meet Pac
Ill put that burner on his ass like the seats hot
Get wet up for that bag ,smoke him like a tea pot
n***a act like gangstas till I pop up ,thats a G shock
That pump will turn whatever wit daddy into a T top
All of these guns that we got, clean on they ass ,detox
Daffy duck ,get yo beak shot ,turn yo ass to a freeze pop
Catch a body no lead block, i can make yo b*t*h eat c*ck
Over here like she Eavesdrop, at them walls like sheet rock
Green and bluе money spread, plus I'm fly I look like a pеac*ck
I been bout cash money since white Ts, Jabos and rebooks
I'm shinin, beamin,glossin, big timing stuntin and flossing
Flexing on em, yeah I'm saucin yeah i drip they sinkin no faucets
Check the kicks b*t*h I'm a stunna, been ballin on em stave Austin
Yeah they hate, let em play shoot like Jayson Tatum in Boston
Slangin iron like I'm golfin ,b*t*h once we on it we off him
Wanna gamble till it cost him, they find him outline and chalk him
They going put him in a suit and then put him up in a coffin
Put my d**k inside your darling ,I hit it deep like the marlins
I pull up and put it down, now I got a whip like garages
Made a living of them trees wit gorillas like I was Tarzan
Me and bro got doe of Dro, we was weighing it Shawn and Marlon
Train my sons up in the gym on and off that court b*t*h they ballin
Just applying what I thought em ,its good to see em evolving
When you win make sure you watch who ain't applaudin
Got the game inside my palms, I'm just milking it like a carton
Got bars on lock like the warden, I'm harder then guardin harden

Vomit on the floor ,so every beat I'm pukin on
Franklins wit me, Louie on me I'm uncle Jerome
Project living monkey bars and crates what we was hopin on
Its hard to make things right when everyone around you doing wrong
Had to prove em wrong got on and on and brought my crew along
Always knew my worth don't need a bust down or a Cuban on
Some dirt I had to do alone, I slid like I had had supers on
And can't I front I made him pay n***a no student loan
Spray at his top ,two at his neck n***a that's new cologne
You better ask about my past ill get your future gone
No realtor but at his wake ill have him viewing homes
Me and my gangsters celebrating like Larry hoover home
b*t*h once I up you better duck, i keep that ruger on
The way this b*t*h stick to my hip you'll think I glued it on
Ill stadium his dome, rim shots stay with the chrome
His momma sad, said I took her heart away like some foams
Hole in his top for cappin like he had a visor on
Split his wig like a comb, shots singin like a song
Rained on his whip, no need to turn them windshield window wipers on
Before the rap I had to trap like I had mice at home
The illest n***a to ever breath life though a microphone
Rappers always taking Ls ,show me its like my license gone
Hang it up like a phone, I know they watch my throne
Rope dreads and bandanas since chiraq I've seen lots of clones
They hatin ion give f**k, independent and rich as f**k
My flow on this sick as f**k, I got bars like a prisoner
My guns and my b*t*h thick as f**k play and watch how i hit him up
Blrrd,blrrd,blrrd
Gon and zip him up, subway with bag, b*t*h you know my bread long
Same n***as hatin goin play this sh*t in they headphones
Tell buddy that this 30 so sl*tty don't get yo head blown
I strew the silencer on this blicky like I'm puttin pegs on
Crazy bars, insane asylum, shout out to my haters watching
His b*t*h all on my d**k ,it sound like he got lady problems
Had n***as who quit on me I knew ill be straight without em
And some got cut off too for havin to much hate inside em
I will take life from you pu**ys, soft as a baby's bottoms
No dess shoes b*t*h i been a stapper, thats Stacy Adams
Last n***a played I shot him ,pulled up on him came and got him
Remember I got bodies ,got em gone but ain't forgotten

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