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You see me, you that I'm on my Deen
to get down anytime by any means
Known to be OT, reppin on any
And all about the paper, we stackin up plenty
From my city to your city, it's all the
These hoes disrespectin, they callin you out name
These niggaz lookin for work, there's to lock
Put they up in they sock, then head out to the block
These snitches wearin G uniforms to in
we know you one of the ones Feds gon' send in
Got caught, out of town, at a dime
So you wanna give other niggaz ya
And here's the new plan, cut the dope way before you can
By the time you get it, you what the fuck to do man?
You better be a certified
Or your sellers fittin to go left to the death
And street niggaz ain't got so
They fittin to try to yo ass on the d-low
Ridin like Deebo, like Carter
You rollin like Wallace, we roll harder
a situation and we bring it to the end
So take a memo motherfucker, it to a friend
Then it to your kin or whoever care
'Cause when we come, we takin out whoever
Yeah, real talk, this is real attitude
Bring it your face, me longitude and latitude
Better me some gratitude
Or I'm a show you why God ain't never made a badder dude
the one standin in front of you
Bitch you know what I'm a do and call me B, this Mr. Bun to you
Motherfucker fix ya
The next time you call a nigga bamma, you better have a
And I ain't talkin 'bout all that nail
I'm talkin 'bout they poppin off and you bail shit
We ride like cross country
You badder Then come in front and try to chump me
Ah shit, ding, ding goes the
the sign that ya bitch ass is fittin to take a L
Don't give it to ya homeboy, it for yourself
And I give it to ya, you can take it and tell
And put in on ya Facebook
And let your friends see, how a nigga took y'all and shook y'all
Stompin like a nigga that's ten tall
But don't trip it's just a friendly game of
Hold up and I'm the Super Bowl
But yo bitch ass? You ain't even a starter jack
Go ahead and take ya to the showers
we done with the trophy bitch, you can have ours
'Cause we packin more
And bound to make ya stop, drop and roll like the Twin Towers
Hours on the goin by like seconds
you in the middle of a chin check and I wreck it
With real thugs at my beck and call
They won't find no trouble y'all
So you to fall, somebody yell "timber!"
You fuckin with the South King, call me Simba
And remember, who the fuck ya to
Or see the pearly gates you'll be walkin through, fool