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You know, this just some real nigga shit, a real story
You what I'm saying?

Slang a bunch of
up in the new 'rarri
Living like John
bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of
Serving to the fiends
Blowing money, clean
Michael Jackson, Jean

Got a round a young nigga neck
Got a bitch pulling up in a vet
Smoke a lot of kush and I a lot of sex
Had to beat the grind up, ran up my
Bitch nigga get money, nigga get
Roll a blunt of chronic, nigga sell a lot of
You can hit a line, order what you want
I can a Maserati, pulling up a donk
50,000 on yo watch, nigga splurge
Pop a Ace of Spade bottle, sip a lot of
Keep a young nigga workin' gotta a K
I'ma take a call, hustle everyday

Slang a bunch of
Pull up in the new
Living like Gotti
Chopping like karate
Drink a bunch of
to the dope fiends
Blowing money, stay
Jackson, Billy Jean

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

a bunch of narcotics
Pull up in the new
Living like Gotti
Chopping bricks like
Drink a bunch of
Serving to the dope
Blowing money, stay
Michael Jackson, Jean

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

Slang a bunch of
up in the new 'rarri
Living like Gotti
Chopping like karate
Drink a bunch of
Serving to the fiends
Blowing money, clean
Jackson, Billy Jean