[Verse 1 - Beanie Sigel:] $200 Fanta in a styrofoam 30-shot banana in my firearm Death to any nigga that I slide up on Supply ya mama with the casket she put flowers on The Don Dada, the rude boy, the top shotta Ya ras clot, ya batty boy, go suck ya fadda I'm bad boy, I warn boy, like Big Poppa I squeeze choppa, release copper, ya bleed proper Yeah, empty out the clip till the Baretta lock Circle the block, scope, see if he dead or not 7-shot.38, the lead'll pop Squat, squeeze with one eye open like Fetty Wap And I don't really wanna expose you, I'm tryna be humble But deers belong in the woods and not in the jungle And you ain't never in the hood, scared them nigga's will trunk you Got niggas in your circle now that's waiting to slump you
[Verse 2 - Beanie Sigel:] Right back on that ass, I ain't finish nigga I will drag your ass till you surrender nigga You sweet nigga, you fake nigga, you Splenda nigga Pussy you ain't tough nigga, you tender nigga I injure niggas, beginner niggas, I been the nigga Bitch I kill your vibe, shout out to Kendrick, nigga I watched the LOX and I listened nigga Could've been the fourth member, but I went with Jigga Send your niggas, I'm with whatever, let's get it nigga I slide down your chimney like it's December nigga Pop off on sight, shoot up your Sprinter nigga And you ain't bout that life, so stop pretending nigga And I can give two shits if I'm offending niggas Bitch if that shoe fits, that's who it's meant for nigga I put the city on the map, facts Who the fuck wanna claim king now? Bully backTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
