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b+tch, aye, aye
coolin′ in the party but i’m strapped up with tech tech out
all that jazzin′ on that net gon get yo ass stretched out

my momma used to whoop my ass, she said i got a fresh mouth
out the jam came home to a band you know he fresh out

i be low as f+ck man i be cooler than a b+tch
can’t f+ck with no new n+ggas yall be foo and like to switch
and that b+tch don’t love herself so for attention she a l!ck
she don′t love herself no goals just loopy over d+ck

i can′t f+ck with no b+tch that be on that groupie sh+t
i took the stock mag out and compliment it with a stick
tech 9 or duce 9 i can’t decide i can′t pick
don’t let ttime hold your pole you just lost another grip
tryna fill his shirt with blood i let my shordy drive the whip

skrtt bow boom boom he look scarder than a b+tch
where he at boom boom that′s another of the list
lost a b+tch because of ty i was mad man i was p+ssed
n+ggas got they hand out but they know they can’t get sh+t

i get to wildin′ on you n+ggas i don’t owe no n+gga sh+t b+tch
you riding in a auto me and my n+ggas in a stick shift
she cheated on you because she said your ass got a limp d+ck
back smack the hoe you already know i’m on my pimp sh+t
give her back to you, you said you love her on some simp sh+t

talking on me the quickest way to get your sh+t cranked
b+tch sucked me up 4 times i shot a big blank
n+ggas broke as h+ll, meanwhile i′m making big bank
n+gga i′m a big shark, can’t put me in no fish tank
n+gga you a broke boy she rather eat a rich frank
c3h8 boy i′m totin’ propane
g lock 38 ain′t afraid to let it bang

same n+gga from before i just made a minor change
they don’t know i be with them steppas putting in that pain
hollows hit his dome, bow, i′m f+ckin up his brain

when i’m out my body i’m on go and i cannot be tamed
smacked the sh+t out a n+gga pillow talking on my name
b+tches speaking on my d+ck they know that they can′t get a taste
told my ex b+tch suck my d+ck cuz she a f+cking lame

n+ggas saying they like my ass i don′t even know his name
hating ass n+ggas i ain’t worried i′m trynna get this pape
gotta cut the grass to dirt, i’m tired of getting bit by snakes
i could never hate if you my dog we sharing first place

too busy playing catch up tell them n+ggas that they too late
my n+ggas run the check up i don′t worry cuz they all paid
b+tch dubbed me back then, now she all up in my face
b+tch tone ya ass down before i sn+tch ya f+cking lace

aye, aye, aye
just hit up von, f+ck you doing, i’m coming to the a
i ain′t on no bullsh+t either i’m trynna get this cake
i ain’t trynna chill with ol′ boy for his own sake
i′ll up my choppa let it blow and make his soul shake
b+tch

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