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(Intro)
I it's simple
Can't wit us

[Verse 1 : Lil
I got on yo head
I don't do my dirty
I cut off my hands, I even touch the work
I pray these niggas don't fuck me
And I don't like to in church
And my bitch' pussy taste like Mrs. Butterworth's
I that, believe that
be short with that work nigga
We out where yo ho work nigga
We your moms from church nigga
You have to swallow yo pride like a thirst quencher
Get'em
I don't really around with certain niggas
Fuck all niggas, except my niggas
These niggas hustling
ya rear-view mirror and your side mirrors
OG kush keep my mind
That choppa get yo right
I got 2 choppas chopsticks
Eat yo block up like shrimp fried
Been so since I seen my eyes white
You I smoke like dry ice
Better stay in yo lane or get
going down, let me straighten up and fly right
Still can't turn a ho a housewife
Man it's like some things 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
yourself 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 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 on my hand
You ever see me broke? Write on my
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, 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 fall back like he baptized
Put me in a hospital room, of flat lines
I'm Lee immortal
My ringing, my name ringin, hello may I take yo order?
I say...
over testimony
Got so much shit up you could smell it on me
Fuck all y'all niggas in nigga
Ain't nothing free round but Willy, nigga
Ak-47, it Mr. Biggs
All my niggas blood, yo syringe
Chop his off, put it in the fridge
Try not to mistake that shit for

2 : T.I.]
Hey let me introduce you nigga to America
Every nigga round with me a tote
bitches like a nigga Tune on the low
They just be like 10 and be doing the
Okay, in the jet flyin 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 with the
You on playin with me, bet I'll put a few in you ho
The of a fuck nigga, we soon to see
niggas sweet as perfume to me
I mean really like 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 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 on the yard, really going hard
And these pussy niggas catchin' feelings broads
King pussy nigga but I'm really a god
A nigga, bank head I'm about it
Everybody know "to with me cuz I got it"