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You see me, you that I'm on my Deen
Down to get down by any means
Known to be OT, reppin on any
And all about the paper, we up plenty green
From my city to your city, it's all the
These disrespectin, they callin you out your name
These niggaz lookin for work, guarantee to lock
Put they dope up in they sock, head out to the block
These wearin G uniforms to blend in
Yeah we know you one of the ones Feds gon' in
Got caught, out of town, lookin at a
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 like what the to do man?
You be a certified chef
Or your whole sellers to go left to the death
And street niggaz ain't got so
fittin to try to sleep yo ass on the d-low
Ridin like Deebo, comin like
You rollin Marsellus Wallace, we roll harder
Start a situation and we it to the end
So take a memo motherfucker, send it to a
send it to your kin or whoever care
'Cause when we come, we takin out there
Yeah, real talk, this is real nigga
Bring it your face, give me longitude and
Better show me gratitude
Or I'm a show you why God himself never made a badder dude
Then the one in front of you
you know what I'm a do and don't call me B, this Mr. Bun to you
Motherfucker fix ya
The next time you call a nigga bamma, you better a hammer
And I talkin 'bout all that nail shit
I'm talkin 'bout they off and makin you bail shit
We ride Amtrak cross country
You badder bitch? Then in front and try to chump me
Ah shit, ding, goes the bell
That's the that ya bitch ass is fittin to take a L
Don't give it to ya homeboy, take it for
And after I it to ya, you can take it and tell
And put in on ya Facebook
And let your friends see, how a trill nigga took and shook y'all
Stompin like a nigga ten foot tall
But don't trip just a friendly game of football
Hold up and I'm the Bowl quarterback
But yo bitch ass? You ain't even much a jack
Go and take ya team to the showers
When we with the trophy bitch, you can have ours
we packin more power
And bound to make ya stop, drop and roll like the Twin Towers
Hours on the clock by like seconds
When you in the of a chin check and I wreck it
With real live thugs at my beck and
They won't find no disrespectin y'all
So you bound to fall, yell "timber!"
You fuckin with the South King, call me Simba
And remember, who the fuck ya to
Or you'll see the pearly you'll be walkin through, fool