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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 touch the
I pray niggas don't fuck with me
And I don't like to in church
And my bitch' taste just like Mrs. Butterworth's
I mean that, that
Don't be short with that nigga
We find out where yo ho work
We follow your moms from nigga
You gonna to swallow yo pride like a thirst quencher
Get'em
I don't really fuck with certain niggas
all yall niggas, except my niggas
These niggas hustling
Check ya rear-view mirror and your side
OG kush my mind clearer
choppa get yo mind right
I got 2 that's chopsticks
Eat yo block up shrimp fried rice
Been so long since I my eyes white
You know I smoke dry ice
Better stay in yo or get sideswiped
going down, let me straighten up and fly right
Still can't a ho into a housewife
Man it's like things will never change
You ain't got a in a gun range
chumps ain't even got chump change
Uh yea, and don't fuck with me, you know I'm
Check before I sign it
Yea, I'm shinin on niggas, no horizon
Yea, and it's going if I'm her pilot
Uh, my new car is so
My new is so provided
Money talks, like no comment
Black car, profiling, rest in peace to Christopher Wallace
Desert Eagle like the
I get my work Rico Suave uh
It's a Rollie if I got on my hand
You ever see me broke? on my cast
Boy my weed so good I cry when it's
Had a in jail, that's a cellphone
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 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 fall back like he baptized
Put me in a hospital room, full of flat
I'm Lee immortal
My name ringing, my name ringin, hello may I take yo
I say...
Testarossa testimony
Got so shit built up you could smell it on me
Fuck all y'all niggas in Swahili
Ain't nothing round here but Willy, nigga
Ak-47, it Mr. Biggs
All my blood, fuck yo syringe
Chop his head off, put it in the
Try not to mistake that shit for

2 : T.I.]
Hey let me introduce you to America most
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 year; I could do the blow
You keep on playin with me, bet put a few in you ho
The fate of a nigga, we soon to see
These niggas sweet as 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 down us
I got a bitch who want yo bitch, you finna the ho up
And don't shawty listen, you don't really know us
We a a nigga head, leave him layin for dead
I get caught a banger, I'ma lay in the feds
In gen pop every day in the feds
I was chillin on the yard, going hard
And these pussy niggas feelings over broads
King pussy nigga but I'm really a god
A town nigga, bank head I'm it
Everybody know "to fuck me cuz I got it"