[Intro]
Special delivery, [?]
(Funk Flex)
Funk Flex, Holiday
(You know who it is)
Fuck all ya'll
(That's right)
Hate me if you want
(I take sole responsibility for this one)
(See me)

[Verse]
Naw, I ain't Bentley out (That's right)
Every gun that I touched on, owned, dog, I emptied out (That's word)
You the boss? Tell your men "be out" 'fore they soul be gone, blood be missing and wind be out
Got the motherfuckin' 9 hollow
And the only thing ya'll n***as tryna pop is the cork on a wine bottle
Better stop flashin' the cash
When I squeeze three, don't be surprised your man happеned to dash
You could beef, I don't get excitеd, I don't holla names ([?] say your name)
When I shoot you in the brain, I don't get indicted
N***as gettin' hit at the boy, you on that God, shit (Mr. man, baby)
Like n***as ain't get at the Lord
Fuck the cross, I'ma drop you off in front of The Source
Let 'em write about that, what'chu like about that? (What?)
I just beat a charge, my 9 millimeter large ([?]), you on that pretty shit, you don't really need a scar
I don't need you to snitch neither
That's the [?] lady
Feds watchin' in the court, seein' me (Seein' me, baby)
I wanna chill, y'all wanna talk crazy, now I gotta get at cha'll (Anytime)
I'm the motherfuckin' dead in y'all ([?])
It's about to be three dead dog in the reservoir ([?])
I ain't got a gun to jam (That's right)
You think you hard? You could bring your little mans and we could have our own Summer Jam (We could do it in the streets)
And I don't wanna stop
Fuck a song, I want a gun to pop (Pop, pop, pop)
If you really wanna beef with me (Hahaaaa)
Ya'll n***as bitch, come and sleep with me (Get in the bed, man, I tuck you in)
If I see you without a gun then you better not speak with me
[Outro]
Don't say nuttin'
Ya'll n***as really wanna do sumthin'
We don't gotta make no more songs
We could um
Call each other up and you know
Meet in a neutral place
It don't gotta be nobody neighborhood
Get off my man dick, let him do his numbers
Don't be a studio gangsta
We don't got nobody with us
And we don't wanna make this like, you know
Some kind of real big beef with everybody else in it
If you wanna see us, come see us
Not your mans
Not your security
Don't send nobody, we don't wanna send nobody after you
We could get in the room and handle this like gangstas
And I'm still pumpin' your music though
I like your shit
I ain't a hater
But you definitely won't pop no shit about us and get away wit it
Love is love, war is war
That's it
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