[Intro]
(Enrgy made this one)
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[Verse]
I'm really stamped from my way, you can ask that
Bitch got some nice-ass titties and the ass fat
Pop the trunk, ain't no spare, that's where the gats
I'm ridin' in this 'Rango, this bitch matte black
I've been workin' out, n***a, yeah, it's wartime
I'm shootin' where it's abs at, yeah, it's core time
Indoor pool, I'm talkin' NBA courtsides
Atthe Staples Center with Snoop sittin' courtside
N***a got a small-ass crib, what's your floor size?
I'm sendin' death threats to the cook like, "I need some more fries"
Hmm, I need to calm down, where my medicine?
Pour a four, then I'm goin' high, I'm talkin' hеaven-sent
My bitch just hit me with thе Mace, that's that pepper scent
They sayin' Kidd droppin' every week, that's that pressure, bitch
Lucky to get a cheeseburger, 'cause I don't bless a bitch
If dog say it's that, then I'ma press the shit
When I'm out with my son, I got two straps on me
Dog ain't did shit special, but I had to put them claps on him
Got five PS5s 'cause I'm plugged at Sony
He tried to guess my pockets, I got way more than that on me
Call me Lucious Lyon 'cause I just brought that Cookie out
If I ain't in the booth, I'm at the Cookie house
I'm signed to a big Crip, it's like I brought Tookie out
A lot of beans stuffed in her, but she still gotta push 'em out
I'm a gangster, I should write this shit across my forehead
I'll run up a check if I ain't have no legs
I did get shot, but I went and bought some more legs
His mans' casket closed, they buried him with no head
Treat McQueens like some white Forces
Went and did the widebody, I don't like Porsches
Made a lot off shit-talkin', I don't like courses
Knock the steps off the front of his crib like I don't like porches
Damn, you fell off, bad bag of dope
Fiend threatened to tell on me, I sold him a bag of soap
Used to keep the Glock by the seasoning, that's why the cabinet broke
When I was tryna hoop, I had a hoop, you can ask my coach
Old lady up the street won't let me get off
N***as in Ohio, they pissed, I got some hit off
I don't really fuck with these n***as like I'm Hit-olf
Damn, I mean Adolf (Bum)
You ain't got shit, so how you gon' brag 'bout it?
All you got is that fat-ass bitch with the bad body
I'll kill you and that ho with the bad body
Catch it on camera, go to my hood and laugh 'bout it
Every summer, one of my n***as catch a new case
Take my shoes off and choke a n***a with my shoelace
Lately, n***as been showin' love like they don't do hate
I got four Glocks, two chops with a knife in a suitcase
Yup, we finna fuck, baby, clothes off
Don't nobody believe that shit, you a whole fraud
I got a homie that trip like he O-Dog
How the fuck you keep talkin' money and you owe dog?
[Outro]
N***a
Bitch, KrispyLife
Stupid
Fool
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