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(Intro)
I mean it's
fuck wit us

[Verse 1 : Lil
I got on yo head
I don't do my dirty
I cut off my hands, I don't even the work
I pray these don't fuck with me
And I don't like to in church
And my pussy taste just like Mrs. Butterworth's
I mean that, that
Don't be short that work nigga
We out where yo ho work nigga
We your moms from church nigga
You gonna have to yo pride like a thirst quencher
Get'em
I don't really fuck around with niggas
Fuck all yall niggas, my niggas
niggas hustling backwards
Check ya rear-view mirror and your side
OG keep my mind clearer
That choppa get yo mind
I got 2 choppas that's
Eat yo up like shrimp fried rice
Been so since I seen my eyes white
You I smoke like dry ice
Better in yo lane or get sideswiped
going down, let me straighten up and fly right
Still can't a ho into a housewife
Man it's like some things never change
You ain't got a shot in a gun
chumps ain't even got chump change
Uh yea, and don't fuck me, you know I'm Gotti
Check before I sign it
Yea, I'm on these niggas, no horizon
Yea, and it's going if I'm her pilot
Uh, my new car is so
My new bitch is so
Money talks, yours no comment
Black car, racial profiling, rest in peace to Wallace
Desert like the Mojave
I get my work Rico Suave uh
It's a Rollie if I got time on my
You ever see me Write on my cast
Boy my weed so I cry when it's gone
Had a in jail, that's a cellphone
Yea, I'm to buy a machinegun
We it all, leave clean cups, make mountains look like speed bumps
I'm on some train tracks
Hopin' that speed up
I'm strong-arming these niggas, roll my up, yea
I got bad bitches on standby, all my got cat eyes
Celebrate when a rat die, make a nigga back like he getting baptized
Put me in a hospital room, of flat lines
I'm Lee immortal
My name ringing, my name ringin, may I take yo order?
I say...
Testarossa testimony
Got so shit built up you could smell it on me
Fuck all niggas in Swahili nigga
Ain't nothing free here but Willy, nigga
Ak-47, call it Mr.
All my niggas blood, yo syringe
his head off, put it in the fridge
Try not to mistake that for dinner

2 : T.I.]
Hey let me introduce you nigga to most
Every nigga with me carry a tote
Sadity like a nigga Tune on the low
They be like 10 and be doing the most
Okay, in the jet flyin over the boat
I'm on the way from the Panama, I got a few on the
What you niggas make a year; I do with the blow
You on playin with me, bet I'll put a few in you ho
The fate of a nigga, we soon to see
These niggas as perfume to me
I mean really cartoon to me
Ain't nobody fuckin Tune and me
Hustle Gang, bang green, in God we
Young Money Cash Money, down with us
I got a bitch who yo bitch, you finna give the ho up
And don't buck shawty listen, you really know us
We a bust a nigga head, leave him for dead
I get caught a banger, I'ma lay in the feds
In gen pop nigga every day in the
I was chillin on the yard, really going
And pussy niggas catchin' feelings over broads
King nigga but I'm really like a god
A town nigga, bank head I'm it
Everybody "to fuck with me cuz I got it"