Let’s be hip-hop, like Nellys, 24 light karats I still smoking on organics Like a chainsaw, trees vanish. Tell me your name, so I can forget it I’m in the fast lane And you by the exit Blow past you bitches Why you blow all bitches? I ball hard like bitches You holding on like stitches I’m taking off, no ledges, You behind me like itches Stay grind in like bitches Eye lens like snitches Cocaine white, Sees in it much clearer Up all night These people glaring Keep it clean Like it’s my parents This my life So you can stop staring
Bitch, I got some blow Ay yeah I got some rat Oh, you ain’t got my money Well, bitch, I got your hat And I got the heater on my back Two seaters and I got debts I don’t wanna talk about numbers, ‘cause it just might call up FEDs I know you outta your mind And you know my pockets looking like lime You only wasting your time You a gangster, you lying What you gonna do? Tweet at me? Take it to the hood, bitch Let the streets deal Step up, I got a down bitch I’mma call her, Tell my baller, they can talk high money Then ball up Little fish get 8 holes I’m drunk as shit, But I’m capable I see a dog in your face, ho! You ain’t high, You fake, ho!
I don’t need your opinion on You suffer vermillion For lay, they bail Fake hommies get shitted on Bossing, my flows beat and tie this Flossing, like I have gingivitis Push back them hoes Release their folks They on their toes, Like trying to see the show Get in line Like you wet the BMW It’s my time, YMC and B Hommies need some checking, Like they carrying no weapon Ain’t no disrespecting. But your clothes look like they wetting Today you should have slept in
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