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bitch boy talkin on the gang but he aint bout shit
pussy bitch on the gram talkin big ,
cuz he think he gon cross me
3 men ridin in a chevy with a shotty
finna blow his head off for talkin up on the god g.
pull up wit a heater for the fuckas tryna clown me.
bitch i js be chillin smokin green tea clippins
movin fast , cuz i dont mind living
if you want smoke , give a fuck about feelings
pussy ahh boy got shot while dealin
fuckin wit the deuce , now ya critical condition
like he shot ya then we dippin
ya pussy makin chirren
im ridin with my villains
clip you cuz you trippin
im chillin on my pimpin
what the fuck you talkin bout
punch that jhit right in the mouth
fuck you and that dirty south
dont think we should fuss aloud
ill just fuckin tussle now
shoot him then im runnin out
on my gang , no fuckin round
we aint fuckin wit no snowflakes
ill get ya done in the timeframe of 4 days
beat the case like OJ
im done with these hoes mane
too gone for the damn fame
ima chill , go insane
its all been the damn same
chrome on the damn shades
dodging all the damn hate
sip a brew , im damn great
cool like the arctic
ridin with my killas and we groupin like some spartans
i dont give a fuck if you dont like me , just be smart man
dont be sayin stupid shit , when i try to remark it
dont make yaself a target