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Tell that pussy nigga take a look at what they done

I got real runnin' through my
I put VVS's in my
the same, don't change up, no mane
Most these niggas change up for
I'm just sayin' tell them pussy niggas take a look at what they
Tell the whole circle at what they done created
Tell the they gon' start chaos if they raid it
Commanding war, made somebody
Now I worry 'bout you, gettin' past these fuckin' bouncers
Tell the critics they talkin' 'bout the fuckin' founder
Tell Scott I'm on the way, I'm fuckin' faded
Call momma Thugger, tell her that you fuckin' made it

1]
Came the ground to the top, uh
I'm 'bout to rob you rocks, uh
I'm to set up a shop, uh
I'm to buy back the block, uh
I got for the 'Wop, uh
First gave me a knot, uh
I put keys in the pot, uh
She got on her crotch, uh
purple, but this is not Watson, uh
I make that squirt, it's a thot, uh
I turn a lil to a lot, uh
My watch on the floor, a mop, uh
Rob if he come out the box, uh
I got a on, it's a fox, uh
I'm that fire, fox, uh
My get wild, uh
Bloody cross on a pastor
Cooking fish scale no batter-er-er-er
Chains on me Jerry Springer beezy
I repent for my sins

I got real runnin' my veins
I put VVS's in my
Remain the same and up, no mane
Most these change up for change

2]
You keep and you get knocked off
I to say it but I'm ready for the pop off
Got lil' mama drum talkin' top throat
She she ready, let's get it I got combos
I'm talkin' junk food, eat me up mumbos
Beat it up, got me off the top rope
Beat it up, got me off the sliding board
it stuck, man lil shawty ain't cleaned out tho'
I got my money up and I heard that you some
Nigga moon walkin', Michael Jackson
I got latitude, I got
And if you look up at the moon, see my attitude

I got real runnin' through my
I put in my chain's
Remain the same and up, no mane
Most these niggas up for change
I'm just sayin' tell them pussy niggas take a look at what they done
Tell the whole look at what they done created
Tell the cops they start chaos if they raid it
Commandin' war, made somebody
Now I worry 'bout you gettin' past these fuckin' bouncers
Tell the critics that they talkin' 'bout the fuckin'
Scott I'm on the way, I'm gettin' fuckin' faded
Call momma Thugger, tell her that you fuckin' made it