We gon' knock this out We gon' to one song and one song only nigga!
Yeah!
1] Fuckin' "Condom Style"? "Get jig on"? You a nigga, put a wig on I be goin H.A.M. till the pig gone All ice around my neck, I got a fridge on! Body Cass, put 'em in a bag Broke nigga, we should put you in a nigga, all I know is get a lot of cash I took you niggas spot that's why you prolly mad! My story, all guts, Posted on the corner, .40 tucked on me 20 on me, me and my army Feelin' like none of y'all niggas can me I came from the where they never make it at With all my jewels on they ain't never that Theres rules to the game I ain't breakin' that And you give a statement, nigga, you can never take it back You lame of the game, nigga pardon the fame. I got 30 in my I can park in your frame Plus this Rollie on my wrist cost cars and change We talking life, 'bout to put a park in my name Just to ride on you niggas, or slide on you G550 we glide on you niggas like Clyde on you niggas, on you nigga I never had no rap, had no ties to you niggas, so Why you suckas and talkin' 'bout what I'm makin'? When I be out in and ballin' like I'm like a Laker It's givers and it's takers, these is gettin faker And I'm just richer I wake up and get my cake up! Black Maserati, chinchillas Papi Ten beside me, all lookin' like ahkis I remember nights on with beef and broccoli Rice and gravy, now it's crazy cause got me All AP, same watch as Jay-Z Ballin' I'm KD, how can niggas play me? If you ain't money nigga fuck you, pay me Drophead the top down and the A.C. On, drawn, fuck is y'all king you a pawn, lil nigga I'mma Don The price high, it cost 40 for a jawn And like 20 for a half lil do the math And you talkin' bout a battle rap, how you gon' that? 100 pussy nigga, you ain't got the tab for that You ain't got the for that, you the one we laughin' at You ain't got half of that, pump you up: Asthma attack Bye clown, calm down 'fore you make me now Fucking all these like "Who Meek Milly bomb now?" from driving Bentleys to going half on pie pounds You need to die down, Philly nigga: my town I your car got re-poed But this is bike boy you just got Deebo'd Them Twitter niggas fucking with ego You in the tryna turn to God like Tebow Naw that won't nigga, that'll get you murked nigga Ghost nigga, looking like a hearse nigga Been a dead man, so I'mma dig you out the nigga Just to stuff your skeleton back into the dirt nigga What you made this What you worth nigga? I dropped "Dreams & Nightmares," I made nigga I did "I'ma Boss," youngin' set the off Man these old niggas mad at me they fallin' off! Ha! Get your hate on And we ain't talking larceny they all trash And your goons riding witcha, they all mad Cause you ain't put no food up in AR abs My dog killed a body for ya, he didn't eat from it Now you mad at Swizz cause you can't get a from him my niggas coming at you dog, we gon' keep comin' We ain't no Forest Gump nigga, keep runnin' D.C. nigga, you P.C. While you was scared, I was eatin' chichi Talking to Tip about how we gon' beast niggas All I know is bang bang, like that Chief nigga Got a black Aston, gold rims on it Bitch looking like it got a of Timbs on it sweater, bunch of Jims on it All my guns with extends on it Duck ? and hit up, tuck you lit up Cause you looking like my youngins ready to get up Call you for a and tell you to write some shit up Boom, high stick up, jumping all out the pick up,
You know you fucked up The "hustla" You know you up right? Man I ain't doing this no more with you nut ass niggas I in the game, I ain't even signed a year nigga I got more money than all you hatin' ass old put together Y'all niggas do shit! Talkin' all this Philly Y'all ain't put no foreigns out here nigga All my niggas foreigns! My niggas don't rap and drive better cars than you niggas Coon copped that 'Rari , you don't feel sorry for these ass rappers! You can't come to no more! And not because of this, you was never comin' to Philly You been here eight years you pussy ass nigga!