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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 work
I cut off my hands, I even touch the work
I pray niggas don't fuck with me
And I don't like to in church
And my bitch' pussy taste just Mrs. Butterworth's
I mean that, believe
be short with that work nigga
We find out where yo ho work
We follow your moms from nigga
You gonna have to swallow yo pride like a quencher
Tune
I really fuck around with certain niggas
Fuck all yall niggas, my niggas
These niggas hustling
Check ya rear-view mirror and side mirrors
OG kush my mind clearer
That choppa get yo right
I got 2 choppas that's
Eat yo block up like shrimp fried
Been so long since I seen my eyes
You know I smoke dry ice
Better stay in yo or get sideswiped
It's going down, let me straighten up and fly
Still can't turn a ho a housewife
Man it's some things will never change
You got a shot in a gun range
These 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 down if I'm her pilot
Uh, my new car is so
My new is so provided
Money talks, yours like no
Black car, racial profiling, rest in peace to Wallace
Eagle like the Mojave
I get my work from Suave uh
a Rollie if I got time on my hand
You see me broke? Write on my cast
Boy my weed so good I cry 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 look like speed
I'm on some train tracks
that bitch speed up
I'm strong-arming niggas, roll my sleeves up, yea
I got bad on standby, all my hoes got cat eyes
Celebrate when a rat die, a nigga fall back like he getting baptized
Put me in a room, full of flat lines
I'm Lee immortal
My name ringing, my name ringin, hello may I yo order?
I say...
Testarossa over
Got so much shit built up you smell it on me
Fuck all y'all niggas in nigga
nothing free round 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 shit for dinner

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