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Thank God for the first nigga trapping
Thank God for the first nigga rapping
Thank God for the girl to start stripping
And have to keep it muhfucking real with 'em
I got a problem these niggas
I got a problem with bitches
Trigger finger keep
I it, I do it

Hang up on a bitch, it crucified
Time to go to work, no and tie
Bumpin' Makaveli, I be at the telly
My did a dime and he back already
Got that sack already, man we got them racks
As far as your girl, I hit it the back already
I tried to get a tan, but I'm already
Your pockets on a diet, my pockets fat
Three niggas with me, me and I
God don't ugly, you should testify
My T-shirt come from
I make so much on a verse I a third off
Bird call, off
Bust a nut on her, her that's a load off
Shorty ass soft, like a Nerf
If you like what I'm doing, nigga, fuck y'all

Thank God for the first nigga started
Thank God for the nigga started rapping
Thank God for the first girl to start
And I'mma to keep it muhfucking real with 'em
I got a with these niggas
Got some problems with these
Trigger finger keep
I it, I do it

Drank in my cup, hope shit don't spill
up in the new edition
And that's word to Johnny
How I come up with this
And all these verses that I
I have no imagination, everything I do for
Bitch I'm camouflage
Put your camera phone
If she got an ass and the a fan, it's going down
I'mma fuck you I've been waiting a century for it
Give the pussy up and trade you the memory for it
In the forever
That's what her roommate will you
Man I just hear this shit and think about Tunechi will tell you
He might call up
She 'bout to up Melissa

Tell 'em come to the
And do 'em both, dribble
I'm colder a hospital
She love the dick I give her
Hit her the front, back, side
Twist her cigarillos
I put the gun to the
I don't want on my clothes
keep that Trukfit fresh
Shoutout to all of my

That's just how my OG sum it up
I working all winter just to fuck the summer up
It's me and 2 Chainz
But the chain's never tucked
If you don't like what I'm doing, nigga fuck

God for the first nigga started trapping
Thank God for the nigga started rapping
Thank God for the first to start stripping
And I'mma to keep it muhfucking real with 'em
I got a problem with these
I got a problem these bitches
Trigger finger itchin'
I it, I do it

Well if you know like I
That pop like pyro
And she know I'm a
That like a pothole
I'm colder than the nose
Man all these hoes is my
and if she bougie her once
then her hanging, dry clothes
I just built a cemetery, niggas to get in
lying, they pretend
Don't cross that line its paper
High as a star, a wish
I'm a shark, I ate the
I got no heart, I that bitch

You hate that bitch, I hate that bitch
Will jump a like a chessboard
Do a drive by while you're riding on your
ain't even know it
Have Drake sing a song to get her pussy wet
Then I her to the crib
Man fuck bitch right on the step
Put it in and take it out, then I back out
Hair weave killer known to the fucking track out
Put me in the coach, I'm the antidote
Pull up, kick, throw and the money and the dope
True, 2 Chainz, I'm on a plane and a
I am so cold I need a and a coat
Kick it at the mall, call it
If you don't like what I'm doing, nigga, fuck

ready? 1, 2, 3
Right now it's me
A little time for myself, me
Oh yeah, now it's me time
Don't no one else now, me time
Bitch please don't my phone, don't call my phone
Said I wanna be left alone, be alone
Please, please stop by my home
No, no 'cause I it's just matter of time
Till you people make me lose my
I'm 'bout to leave this behind
Right now it's me
You to go kick rocks now
Me