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Old die hard huh
Disrespect will not be partna
You cross dat I'm goin' off bout mine
Man woman and child, no exception
No disrespect will be tolerated man come hell or water
You understand You bitch!
Bankroll mafia, hustle gang ova nigga

I got bitches on my timeline, ay
Sucka niggas in my
why I'm even wasting my time
Even replying to let you know I don't feel you, 'em!
nothin' but a Fed case
Betta know it, tired of holdin' on to weight
Goin' let it go, ain't no round lookin' back
I swear to God I'ma drop a gem like cookin'
And it hard, I'ma
Bankhead nigga to the heart,
Tote tools on the
It's niggas in a stolen car
With expensive and exquisite pistols we showin' off
Caught that line and we off
And let his mom give a damn, who you goin'
You violatin, we lettin' nothin' go at all
We and leave your brains on the fuckin' wall
Pussy, you disrespectful nigga, got
I never been shot at, and I ain't shot back
up in a cool whip with a hot gat
And still got stacks from back from "What you know that?"

I'm just a nigga on the front steps
And gettin' is the concept
By any means, and the belt the gun kept
I let whole clip ride, till ain't one left in it
Try me, handle my business
Handle my
Try me
I'ma my business
Try me handle my business, try me

I got fake on my timeline and
Hatin' in my rearview
I got naked bitches in the high
On the balcony so could get a clear view
Of the city my dick up in it
But in the morning won't remember which bitch is it,
Ay I'm too rich for this shit but I'm too to be tried nigga
Going against me just like goin' God
And I ain't gotta excuses, why
I don't whoever, whatchu wanna do about it
Thought not, around get crossed out
You caught slippin' roll down on your ass, .45 spittin'
Goin' be a day nigga I start trippin'
be stickin' to the script, drive-by audition, what's up?
Whatchu do for dough, you do it too slow
And by the looks of your stuff, you ain't enough
I'm poppin' witnesses in the front, leave you in the
Kick in your masked up like, "Who in the fuck?"
Boy you is a ho ho, not just a little piece of
Betta your ass talkin', you don't me nigga holdup

I'm just a project nigga on the steps
And gettin' is the concept
By any means, and the belt where the gun
I let that whole ride, til ain't one left in it
Try me, handle my business
Handle my
Try me
handle my business
Try me I'ma my business
Try me

All I wanna do is go and
my mind off the ones I wanna go and kill
Yea, I'm a daddy, my little girls
But I'll still check a bitch 'Pac did Lauryn Hill
Hey, hey I ain't into it, I was born with it
Used to sell to the children of the corn
I'm the reason why mama warned you
Pray you die before you make it to the street corner
back! Who am I

I'm just a nigga on the front steps
And gettin' money is the
By any means, and the where the gun kept
I let whole clip ride, til ain't one left in it
Try me, I'ma my business
Handle my
Try me
I'ma my business
Try me I'ma handle my
Try me