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(Intro)
I mean it's
fuck wit us

[Verse 1 : Lil
I got money on yo
I don't do my work
I cut off my hands, I don't even touch the
I pray these don't fuck with me
And I don't to curse in church
And my bitch' pussy just like Mrs. Butterworth's
I that, believe that
be short with that work nigga
We find out yo ho work nigga
We follow your moms from church
You gonna have to swallow yo like a thirst quencher
Get'em
I really fuck around with certain niggas
Fuck all yall niggas, except my
These niggas hustling
Check ya mirror and your side mirrors
OG kush keep my clearer
That choppa get yo mind
I got 2 choppas chopsticks
Eat yo block up like shrimp rice
Been so long I seen my eyes white
You know I like dry ice
Better stay in yo lane or get
It's going down, let me straighten up and fly
can't turn a ho into a housewife
Man it's like some things never change
You ain't got a shot in a gun
These chumps ain't even got change
Uh yea, and fuck with me, you know I'm Gotti
Check yourself I sign it
Yea, I'm shinin on these niggas, no
Yea, and it's going if I'm her pilot
Uh, my new car is so
My new bitch is so
talks, yours like no comment
Black car, racial profiling, rest in to Christopher Wallace
Desert Eagle like the
I get my from Rico Suave uh
a Rollie if I got time on my hand
You see me broke? Write on my cast
Boy my so good I cry when it's gone
Had a phone in jail, that's a
Yea, I'm bout to buy a
We drink it all, leave clean cups, make mountains like speed bumps
I'm sittin on train tracks
Hopin' that bitch up
I'm strong-arming niggas, roll my sleeves up, yea
I got bad bitches on standby, all my got cat eyes
Celebrate when a rat die, make a fall back like he getting baptized
Put me in a hospital room, of flat lines
I'm Lee immortal
My name ringing, my name ringin, hello may I yo order?
I say...
over testimony
Got so shit built up you could smell it on me
Fuck all y'all niggas in nigga
Ain't free round here but Willy, nigga
Ak-47, call it Mr.
All my niggas blood, fuck yo
Chop his off, put it in the fridge
Try not to mistake shit for dinner

2 : T.I.]
Hey let me introduce you nigga to America
Every round with me carry a tote
bitches like a nigga Tune on the low
They just be 10 and be doing the most
Okay, Tune in the jet over the boat
I'm on the way the Panama, I got a few on the boat
What you niggas make a I could do with the blow
You on playin with me, bet I'll put a few in you ho
The fate of a fuck nigga, we to see
niggas sweet as perfume to me
I mean really cartoon to me
Ain't fuckin with Tune and me
Hustle Gang, green, in God we trust
Young Money Cash Money, they with us
I got a bitch who want yo bitch, you finna the ho up
And don't buck listen, you don't really know us
We a bust a head, leave him layin for dead
I get caught with a banger, I'ma lay in the
In gen pop nigga every day in the
I was chillin on the yard, really hard
And these pussy catchin' feelings over broads
King pussy nigga but I'm like a god
A town nigga, bank I'm about it
Everybody "to fuck with me cuz I got it"