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You kExplainnow, This just some nigga shit, a real nigga story
You know I'm saying?

a bunch of narcotics
Pull up in the new
Living like Gotti
Chopping like karate
a bunch of codeine
Serving to the dope
Blowing money, stay
Michael Jackson, Billy

Got a Panamera round a young nigga
Got a young pulling up in a vet
Smoke a lot of & I have a lot of sex
Had to the grind up, ran up my check
Bitch get money, nigga get that
Roll a of chronic, nigga sell a lot of crack
You can hit a nigga line, order what you
I can a Maserati, pulling up a donk
50,000 on yo watch, young splurge
Pop a ace of bottle, sip a lot of syrup
Keep a young workin' gotta buss a cape
I'mma take a phone call, everyday

Slang a of narcotics
Pull up in the new
Living like John
Chopping bricks karate
Drink a bunch of
Serving to the fiends
Blowing money, clean
Michael Jackson, Billy

Whipping up a cake, to go and snatch a spider
nigga play with keys, like a type writer
Al Capone, John Gotti was a nigga
I was snitching, I can put it on the Bible
In a 4 door beamer, with a rifle
where you at, nigga we go pull up on ya
Young Bitch looking like in the 80's
We was grinding up a tube and a baby
Got the dripping wet like a jerry curl
Got a styrofoam cup and its full of
Send it over from Lil & Let me Work
I can get 36 for a shirt

Slang a bunch of
up in the new 'rarri
Living like John
Chopping bricks like
Drink a bunch of
Serving to the dope
Blowing money, clean
Jackson, Billy Jean

Pop a lot of pain
Bout to put rims on my wheels
Beat that pussy up Emmett Till
Yeah....
Two cell phones ringin' at the same
That's your ho, callin' from two different
that bitch "leave me the fuck alone!"
See, you fuck her wrong, and I her long
I got a love-hate relationship Molly
I'd rather pop an ollie, and my is a trolly
Boy, I'll bury you Halle
And these say I'm blind,
Cause I don't see nothin' wrong with a little and grind
Man I just a package
Them niggas taxin'
And my pockets so fat, I'm startin' to feel
And my went to jail for them chickens
And he already home and that nigga be snitchin'
Cut him off karate!

Slang a bunch of
Pull up in the new
Living like John
Chopping bricks like
a bunch of codeine
Serving to the fiends
Blowing money, clean
Jackson, Billy Jean