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Who made this?
This b*t*h hard as hell
Alright
Let me see that thirty right there

Ooh, I finally got the itch I'm lookin' for
Move, b*t*h, don't get too close, four-nickel blow
Real drankhead, dropped a deuce of Wock' and had to lick the floor
E, where the drank? He talkin' 'bout he don't bust scripts no more
E, where the f**k is the drank at?
Forty-eight hundred for a pint, I can pay that
Nowadays, n***as cuttin' lean, let me weigh that
They ask me why I'm always in Flint, that's where I stay at
Crowd of n***as tried to jump on me, where my K at?
Yeah, it's with a K, dumbass
He thought he bought a twelve, but it's just an eight, dumbass
The opps should've been some running backs 'cause they run fast
In a 750 Bimmer, red seats with the run-flats
Make the shotty feel automatic 'cause I pump fast
Honestly, I need the Percocets 'cause I f**k fast
You'd probably cut some green with your bum ass
I'll probably hit the scene with a hun' cash
I just counted seventy racks up with my son cash
b*t*h, back up, you can't get no d**k with your drunk ass
Make a n***a turn into flash when the gun flash
Retarded-ass boy, you was probably in that one class
This a 550 Benz, that's a 4Matic
Fiend only had twelve dollars, I threw the dope at him
I probably got some Wockhardt, you see me at [?]
Ugly n***a, hundred K in jewelry on and my fro nappy
See? I can say the same sh*t and switch it up
Caught him at the mall, up the stick, he start b*t*hin' up
Skub was sleep, then we bumped into some opps, he start gettin' up
So much Wock', it taste like I just poured a pint of liquor up
Crop that n***a out that flick, he f**ked my picture up
I'm a fiend, I see you itchin', I'ma think you took a Percocet
f**k the blues, I think the RP-30s work the best
Unc smoke Swishers, but the weed he got'll hurt your chest
I'm a pro at drinkin' Hi-Tech and I can work the TEC
Oh, you was was goin' to the store to get some 'Woods? Bring a Squirt back
I make money off of rap, but I might bring sellin' work back
Made a hundred racks in the Chi and I can merch that
I pray to God they bring some Actavis cough syrup back
You cannot trust any b*t*h, I had to learn that
Four-nick spit and burn a n***a top, I can perm that
Why sign a deal for a half a mil' when I can earn that?
Just cooked a zip of butter, I gotta churn that
Now I'm in Baton Rouge askin' n***as where the sherm at
I need a dirty project b*t*h, where a germ at?
Oh, you dropped a mixtape? I ain't heard that
I had a bad b*t*h, but had to cut her off, she take birdbaths
Smokey ran off with a zip, where Big Worm at?
Smoke you while I'm chillin' with my b*t*h, you took a dirt nap
I think I'm tryna buy a dog, call Curt back
n***a, I do not want no green, where the purp' at?
f**k it, I'll drink some plain promethazine, where a Perc' at?
Baby, I'm tryna f**k in church, wear a skirt, bet
Don't pull your pu**y out when I'm off Percs, I'll hurt that
Pull a Stupid Dog beat up, I'll murk that
n***a got some skinny-ass jeans, but his shirt fat
All-white Off-White jeans, but the shirt black
Hold on, cut the beat off, bro, you heard that?
Oh, I thought a n***a tried to kick the door down
f**k the inside of the crib up with the four-pound
Compressor on the chop, it don't make no sound
You can't even hold your titties up, how you gon' hold me down?
b*t*h, put the pu**y up and come blow me down
I don't sell dope, but I rap and it's some 'bows around
I can't believe you cuffed her, she a throw-around
You the type of n***a come around askin' is some hoes around? n***a

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