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On my niggas my BK niggas
Back baby Lennox ave
My oyas on all day, come on

Aye yo, you love the way I rep black the F back
'Fore I bring out the guns and chest respect that
Any girl I met that hit that, the way I spit that
I don't kit kat your wig back, get you shit snatched

Get ribs cracked, got a friend have me kick that
Get that sit school shit skip that
how to flip pack for the big stacks and the big act
Now I got the big click, clack, uh

Since day one been in a ditch came with a
Now I'm in the pen in the mix
Friends sending me flicks girls sending me
Been in some shit had to tap a chin with a

the [Incomprehensible] Begin with a stich
End in a kiss so yo so I in the mix
Now a day don't go by I ain't been in a
on the dope ask Dominican Rich

Winning and rich eating on cinnamon
and shit how a nigga spin in six
See all see the twelve but you see me in it
TV's in it kinted ask who it is

You see me I did drive bys
Now I you on top of a high rise see if you can sky dive
I'll bring it to you at your gymnasium
How 'bout the palladium, it yankees stadium uh

Play people jumped up and people
I got dudes that'll jiggle with the A's
You not a threat you it you got it bet
I'll leave your momma and your poppa wet wait now I'm set

go another route
Kidnap your family make your eat your mother out
After I done dug her out to jug her out
Pillows to smother out, you don't give a fuck I wouldn't talk about

I'm through wit' it your crew ain't even true it
I see your man he's umm nothing to do with it
I know you pack like but Cam why you act like that
Shut up clack, clack, clack, pat, pat, pat, rat, tat, tat

Put 'fore envy nigga I'm not in fear of any
I'll leave a nigga black and blue like a pair of
While me and betha fiestas
By Queta, Chicqueta, Monero Nieta

Don't fuck around with the don's cheddar
See Jimmy fronting in the jon cletta
Or the black boots jumping out to act
Cars never 'em girls tease 'em

My man and his wife he me down with the threesome
Niggas tease 'em please 'em
When I'm out of town yo my pants got a in 'em
All calls valid hard mallet

Dallas been up in you favorite star's
Coward bite on my hoes Marv Albert
But you thank un though coulda made you run though
Been at front door gun hold for fun though

{Yo, yo, yo, yo what's up? What the fuck is with you?
that it's not a game
Yo, you ain't gotta be for niggas like that
Man fuck them niggas B, yo, you know you do
What? Tell these niggas the real deal, aight it}

Aiyyo cook up the crack, cook up the
Every time you look up a gat got you shook up huh
Look in the back, guns I had put in the back
I want the hook up in on this work of the rap

Now I'm not what I like or what I dislike
But get the fuck out my face 'til your right
See boy I carry guns you know the big type
The kind that might give you a 10 year of life

And I was just like y'all flippin' hundred
But nowadays I'm the only you a back
You got to understand baby I'm done the crack
I get pure white coke from cats

Or the cocaine leave your whole brain dead
Light herb don't mean to disturb
Never been to Sesame street but I a big bird
And I know and they not from Pittsburgh

No rapping or ostriches
Just and hostages
So, y'all obey we shoot pro way
Mess with us no way now go go play