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Turn the music down in my headphones, (yeah) that noise in the background thats my skateboard...that nigga crazy..

I put my shooters on feet
I just give em' yo and go to sleep
The money turn my niggas monsters
The white don' turned my into Nazi's lord
The money turn my face into a
Dont make me Turn yo to a hostage boyyy
Dont me turn the kid to a Foster
My turn my dick into a mazda lord
Body ports in the duffel, the bullets turn your to a puzzle
The money turn my bitch into a monster she know how to get a check and a 0 to a comma lord
The money my niggas into killas
The sugar turned the cocaine to
The money turned the bitches into
The turned my niggas into foes lord...
I put my on they feet
em' yo address and I go out to eat
Had that Snowman in the hood like Jody
She from the hood but like she from overseas
I say "Girl you I Love You and I care for ya
I got some new and a bag of hair for ya"
She say "Fuck these niggas they ain't half of ya
Just keep laughing to the bank, hilarious"
I got a at home Gun and a Travel gun
Boy we can white in Africa
It's like I can't explain, yall me to spit
Now im on my chain what happened to Wayne?
I'm like hold up a second, yall thought I was second?
on a champ throwing salt and not confetti
We up and we shoot then we park the car and at it
Watch me pull up with no roof that's cause I walk the dog and pet it, I'm like hold up a minute yall thought I was finished?
Shoot you in head then just walk off like I didn't
Let my talk so much put my jawbone outta business
Doing numbers in this bitch im like a smart bone the digits, Bitch!
Riding round the volume down, with the windows up and the choppers down
Soon as we get to yo block the fucking other way around
My bitch say I'm too wild she dont know why she stay around
I get home and I dick her now she talking bout' exchange the vows
If these bullets was balls I could fuck around and I could paint a house
You could tell I the way I hit the blunt with my pinky out
I bring to Amy House we smoke it out and we drank it out, and talk about these pussy niggas that ain't about what Wayne about
Im hanging out a mussane without a is outta his mind
I pull over I push a button it change like Prime
of change it's a shame how these lames dropping them dimes
We aim at your grape knock it off now you just
Blood Gang red rain on these hot if you dry
My top of the line yelling out "Squad Take it outside!"
Imma tax player, imma Axe player, getting in the back wayer, Red double to the Blue collar unenvelope black mail
Fed up with the Fed shit and Fed-ex lost my
My white girls say "Yeah nigga" my homies act blackish
tall enough for the NBA, I ain't big enough for the NFL
Shouldve in N.W.A. fuck the police, 5-0 and 12
One time If you dont mind bitch, never say bitch
You a penny short of a dime bitch no nonsense outta nonsense [?] was non bitch, Yeah!
Born to murder bank account on fat bustin' out the
boys and nothing sweet it's sauerkraut Ya heard me?
They find ya body in New Orleans from Gras on Bourbon
oh lord! Humphrey Bogart
It's a bird a plane, it's a crowbar
For the most part, I'm the southern guard....
Ak-47 spitting flame like a torch
Sorry 4 The