We gon' knock this out We skate to one song and one song only nigga!
Yeah!
1] Fuckin' "Condom Style"? "Get jig on"? You a nigga, put a wig on Nigga I be goin H.A.M. till the pig 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 Real nigga, all I is get a lot of cash I you hater niggas spot that's why you prolly mad! My story, all guts, Posted on the corner, .40 tucked on me 20 years on me, me and my like none of y'all niggas can harm me I came from the bottom where never make it at With all my jewels on they ain't never takin' Theres rules to the game I ain't breakin' that And once you give a statement, nigga, you can take it back You lame part of the game, nigga the fame. I got 30 in my I can park in your frame Plus this Rollie on my wrist some cars and change We talking life, 'bout to put a park in my name to ride on you niggas, or slide on you niggas G550 when we glide on you like on you niggas, homicide on you nigga I ain't never had no rap, had no to you niggas, so Why you suckas and talkin' 'bout what I'm makin'? When I be out in Jamaica and ballin' I'm like a Laker It's givers and it's takers, these niggas is faker And I'm just gettin' richer I up and get my cake up! Black Maserati, chinchillas from Ten beside me, all lookin' like ahkis I remember nights on corners with beef and Rice and gravy, now it's cause Phillipe's got me All gold AP, watch as Jay-Z Ballin' like I'm KD, how can niggas me? If you ain't talkin' money nigga you, pay me Drophead the top down and the A.C. On, drawn, fuck is doin' I'mma king you a pawn, lil I'mma Don The coke high, it cost 40 for a jawn And 20 for a half lil nigga do the math And you talkin' bout a battle rap, how you gon' handle 100 pussy nigga, you ain't got the tab for that You ain't got the stacks for that, you the one we at You got half of that, they pump you up: Asthma attack Bye clown, calm down 'fore you me bomb now Fucking all these superstars like "Who Meek Milly now?" Went from driving Bentleys to half on pie pounds You niggas need to die down, nigga: my town I your car got re-poed But this is bike life boy you got Deebo'd Them Twitter fucking with your ego You in the field turn to God like Tebow Naw that work 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 Earth Just to stuff your skeleton back into the dirt nigga What you made this year? What you nigga? I dropped "Dreams & Nightmares," I made nigga I did "I'ma Boss," youngin' set the off Man old niggas mad at me cause they fallin' off! Ha! Get hate on Cass And we ain't talking larceny cause they all And goons ain't riding witcha, they all mad you ain't never put no food up in AR abs My dog killed a body for ya, damn he 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 no Forest Gump nigga, better keep runnin' D.C. nigga, you P.C. you was scared, I was eatin' chichi nigga 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 looking like it got a pair of Timbs on it Cashmere sweater, of Jims on it All my guns come with on it Duck ? and hit up, tuck you lit up Cause you looking like food my youngins to get up Call you for a verse and tell you to write shit up Boom, high stick up, jumping all out the pick up,
You know you up right? The "hustla" You know you up right? Man I ain't doing shit no more with you nut ass niggas I came in the game, I even signed a year nigga I got more money all you hatin' ass old niggas put together niggas ain't do shit! Talkin' all Philly shit Y'all niggas ain't put no foreigns out here All my niggas foreigns! My niggas don't even rap and drive better than you niggas Coon copped 'Rari , you don't feel sorry for these bitch ass rappers! You can't come to no more! And not because of this, you was never comin' to Philly You been living here eight you pussy ass nigga!