We gon' this right out We gon' skate to one song and one song nigga!
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1] Fuckin' "Condom Style"? "Get jig on"? You a nigga, put a wig on Nigga I be goin H.A.M. the pig gone All ice around my neck, I got a fridge on! Cass, put 'em in a body bag Broke nigga, we should put you in a Real nigga, all I know is get a lot of 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 they never make it at With all my jewels on they ain't never that Theres rules to the game I ain't never that And once you give a statement, nigga, you can never it back You lame part of the game, pardon the fame. I got 30 in my clip I can park in frame Plus this Rollie on my wrist cost some and change We talking bike life, 'bout to put a in my name Just to on you niggas, or slide on you niggas G550 when we glide on you like Clyde on you niggas, homicide on you I ain't never had no rap, had no to you niggas, so Why you hatin' and talkin' 'bout what I'm makin'? I be out in Jamaica and ballin' like I'm like a Laker It's givers and it's takers, these is gettin faker And I'm just gettin' richer I up and get my cake up! Maserati, chinchillas from Papi Ten beside me, all lookin' like ahkis I remember nights on corners with and broccoli and gravy, now it's crazy cause Phillipe's got me All AP, same watch as Jay-Z Ballin' like I'm KD, how can play me? If you ain't talkin' money fuck you, pay me Drophead with the top and the A.C. On, drawn, fuck is y'all I'mma king you a pawn, lil I'mma Don The price high, it cost 40 for a jawn And like 20 for a lil nigga do the math And you talkin' a battle rap, how you gon' handle that? 100 grand nigga, you ain't got the tab for that You got the stacks for that, you the one we laughin' at You got half of that, they pump you up: Asthma attack Bye clown, down 'fore you make me bomb now Fucking all these superstars like "Who Meek bomb now?" Went from driving to going half on pie pounds You niggas need to die down, nigga: my town I heard car got re-poed But this is bike life boy you got Deebo'd Them Twitter fucking with your ego You in the tryna turn to God like Tebow Naw won't work nigga, that'll get you murked nigga All-black Ghost nigga, like a hearse nigga Been a dead man, so I'mma dig you out the Earth Just to stuff skeleton right 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 cause fallin' off! Ha! Get hate on Cass And we ain't talking larceny they all trash And your goons ain't riding witcha, all mad Cause you ain't never put no up in AR abs My dog killed a body for ya, damn he didn't eat it Now you mad at cause you can't get a beat from him my niggas coming at you dog, we gon' keep comin' We ain't no Forest 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' these niggas All I know is bang, like that Chief Keef nigga Got a matte black Aston, gold on it Bitch like it got a pair of Timbs on it sweater, bunch of Jims on it All my come with extends on it Duck ? and hit up, nigga you lit up you looking like food my youngins ready to get up Call you for a verse and tell you to write some up Boom, high stick up, jumping all out the up, woah
You know you up right? The "hustla" You know you fucked up Man I doing this shit no more with you nut ass niggas I came in the game, I ain't even signed a year I got more money than all you hatin' ass old put together Y'all niggas do shit! Talkin' all this Philly Y'all niggas ain't put no foreigns out nigga All my drive foreigns! My niggas don't even rap and drive better than you niggas Coon copped that , 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 years you pussy ass nigga!