Shit, Oh Damn
These niggas need help
Cuz we came for the game and the wealth
And we plan to keep for ourselves
They hating
Oh well
Us young niggas don't give a damn
It's FON and we're next
You know it
We ain't gotta flex
Keep talking that shit and get blessed
We putting these niggas to rest I know Crips that will pull up with Techs
And some Bloods who will pull it they self

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I don't fuck with you goofies
You niggas some pyons
These niggas hellas gay like colors in neon
Bout to take it back on you like I'm fitted in Fila
Im with my niggas only
Got me feeling like T.I.
I'm so light skin
And you know I'm the shit
She still tryna fuck
And I ain't turned on the bitch
She better call it quits before my chick start tripping
Lil momma will leave her blooded up and limping
Money is always what I'm about
Don't come between or you'll be escorted out
Corner that nigga like a boxing ring and show him
Now he distorted out
Bitch I'm tryna get rich than bitch on pole
Dropping that ass for them hundreds now
So I can spend it on ounces of dope and I blow
What I smoke in a day is 100 pounds
Bitch I keep a extended clip in the Glocky
For any nigga that be feeling they cocky
One, two
Double tap with the rocket
I'm taking over bitch
I'm fly like a pilot
And when I'm rise
I ain't rocking no Prada
But I when rise
All I want is my honor
You disrespect
I'm rolling up with my partner Any last words to me nigga
You're fired