Cha, huh, f*ck that
Niggas gon' have to get it
Niggas is out here holdin', I'ma have to see niggas
Niggas is out here holdin'
Starvin' nigga, f*ck that, I'm a broke nigga
And I gotta see any nigga out here holdin', son
F*ck that
Everyday, me and my son stay schemin'
On how to maximise the level on day to day creamin'
While you remain fakin', yo, I ain't toleratin', no mistakin'
We on the move to study paper-makin'
Round up the whole squad quick
Plot the scheme with my niggas, get on some full clip bullshit
Before I solidify manslaughter
My unit form out on the street corner
We surprise like fiends in disguise
Layin' for the right thick so I can receive another grand prize
Greetin' niggas like a homeless nigga, the way it happened son, you'd never figure
How the homeless nigga gun is much bigger
Now give me everything you walkin' with and everythin' yo' man is holdin'
Even the watch that got the platinum mouldin'
And as the situation start unfoldin'
You scared to death you little bitch, go 'head report it stolen
See what happen
Ayo, I'll f*ck you up nigga (Oh, shit!)
Ayo, run all your jewels (Oh shit, oh shit!)
Run all your paper
Nigga, you ain't rollin' this paper then f*ck you, faggot
Ay-ayo, get the f*ck, get the f*ck on the floor Cock strong, nigga, holdin' my dick
Wildin' for the night, splurgin' with my click from the last fit
Open like a motherf*cker, itchin' and ready to do the next stick
Get anybody my nigga take your pick
"What you said?" I said even if it cause a bloodshed
We gettin' paper even if we robbin' a f*ckin' chickenhead
Word to mother son, I ain't frontin'
I'm takin' everything I been always wantin'
So I continue to peep out, the nigga in the jam will be the most blidded
Rob 'em in the corner, bounce to the bar with they money and buy drinks with it
I stay on some real trife shit
Test your life shit or even stab you on some knife shit
Fake it if you wanna fake it, if I see it and I want it, then I will take it
Leavin' niggas ass naked
Sometimes I know it seems so shockin'
How you the next vic' to be listenin' to the sounds of a trigger cockin'
All in your ears, cold steel lay against your face
I feel your blood chillin', your heart racin' at a rapid pace
And if you think you that strong
Then I dare you to even flinch wrong, f*ck around you feel the full five long
The victim contemplatin' what to do
On how the f*ck to get out the situation that he's going through
This nigga tried to grab the gat, you know I started clappin'
Bet y'all niggas wanna know how the rest of the story happened
Get the f*ck off my gat, nigga!
F*ck off! Ayo, that my nigga right over there? (Word is bond)
Ayo! The f*ck is goin' on here, you niggas tryna fight my nigga?
Ayo, f*ck is goin' on, nigga? Back up!
All y'all niggas back up (F*ck is wrong? Yo, he got a gat, he got a gat, run!)
Don't shoot-don't shoot the gun! Nigga, f*ck that! You let him get away!
Yo, f*ck that
Niggas really get they clique? I'ma call my squad
Rampage, I'ma call that nigga Rampage F*ck that!
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Cha, huh, f*ck that
Niggas gon' have to get it
Niggas is out here holdin', I'ma have to see niggas
Niggas is out here holdin'
Starvin' nigga, f*ck that, I'm a broke nigga
And I gotta see any nigga out here holdin', son
F*ck that
Everyday, me and my son stay schemin'
On how to maximise the level on day to day creamin'
While you remain fakin', yo, I ain't toleratin', no mistakin'
We on the move to study paper-makin'
Round up the whole squad quick
Plot the scheme with my niggas, get on some full clip bullshit
Before I solidify manslaughter
My unit form out on the street corner
We surprise like fiends in disguise
Layin' for the right thick so I can receive another grand prize
Greetin' niggas like a homeless nigga, the way it happened son, you'd never figure
How the homeless nigga gun is much bigger
Now give me everything you walkin' with and everythin' yo' man is holdin'
Even the watch that got the platinum mouldin'
And as the situation start unfoldin'
You scared to death you little bitch, go 'head report it stolen
See what happen
Ayo, I'll f*ck you up nigga (Oh, shit!)
Ayo, run all your jewels (Oh shit, oh shit!)
Run all your paper
Nigga, you ain't rollin' this paper then f*ck you, faggot
Ay-ayo, get the f*ck, get the f*ck on the floor Cock strong, nigga, holdin' my dick
Wildin' for the night, splurgin' with my click from the last fit
Open like a motherf*cker, itchin' and ready to do the next stick
Get anybody my nigga take your pick
"What you said?" I said even if it cause a bloodshed
We gettin' paper even if we robbin' a f*ckin' chickenhead
Word to mother son, I ain't frontin'
I'm takin' everything I been always wantin'
So I continue to peep out, the nigga in the jam will be the most blidded
Rob 'em in the corner, bounce to the bar with they money and buy drinks with it
I stay on some real trife shit
Test your life shit or even stab you on some knife shit
Fake it if you wanna fake it, if I see it and I want it, then I will take it
Leavin' niggas ass naked
Sometimes I know it seems so shockin'
How you the next vic' to be listenin' to the sounds of a trigger cockin'
All in your ears, cold steel lay against your face
I feel your blood chillin', your heart racin' at a rapid pace
And if you think you that strong
Then I dare you to even flinch wrong, f*ck around you feel the full five long
The victim contemplatin' what to do
On how the f*ck to get out the situation that he's going through
This nigga tried to grab the gat, you know I started clappin'
Bet y'all niggas wanna know how the rest of the story happened
Get the f*ck off my gat, nigga!
F*ck off! Ayo, that my nigga right over there? (Word is bond)
Ayo! The f*ck is goin' on here, you niggas tryna fight my nigga?
Ayo, f*ck is goin' on, nigga? Back up!
All y'all niggas back up (F*ck is wrong? Yo, he got a gat, he got a gat, run!)
Don't shoot-don't shoot the gun! Nigga, f*ck that! You let him get away!
Yo, f*ck that
Niggas really get they clique? I'ma call my squad
Rampage, I'ma call that nigga Rampage F*ck that!
Niggas gon' have to get it
Niggas is out here holdin', I'ma have to see niggas
Niggas is out here holdin'
Starvin' nigga, f*ck that, I'm a broke nigga
And I gotta see any nigga out here holdin', son
F*ck that
Everyday, me and my son stay schemin'
On how to maximise the level on day to day creamin'
While you remain fakin', yo, I ain't toleratin', no mistakin'
We on the move to study paper-makin'
Round up the whole squad quick
Plot the scheme with my niggas, get on some full clip bullshit
Before I solidify manslaughter
My unit form out on the street corner
We surprise like fiends in disguise
Layin' for the right thick so I can receive another grand prize
Greetin' niggas like a homeless nigga, the way it happened son, you'd never figure
How the homeless nigga gun is much bigger
Now give me everything you walkin' with and everythin' yo' man is holdin'
Even the watch that got the platinum mouldin'
And as the situation start unfoldin'
You scared to death you little bitch, go 'head report it stolen
See what happen
Ayo, I'll f*ck you up nigga (Oh, shit!)
Ayo, run all your jewels (Oh shit, oh shit!)
Run all your paper
Nigga, you ain't rollin' this paper then f*ck you, faggot
Ay-ayo, get the f*ck, get the f*ck on the floor Cock strong, nigga, holdin' my dick
Wildin' for the night, splurgin' with my click from the last fit
Open like a motherf*cker, itchin' and ready to do the next stick
Get anybody my nigga take your pick
"What you said?" I said even if it cause a bloodshed
We gettin' paper even if we robbin' a f*ckin' chickenhead
Word to mother son, I ain't frontin'
I'm takin' everything I been always wantin'
So I continue to peep out, the nigga in the jam will be the most blidded
Rob 'em in the corner, bounce to the bar with they money and buy drinks with it
I stay on some real trife shit
Test your life shit or even stab you on some knife shit
Fake it if you wanna fake it, if I see it and I want it, then I will take it
Leavin' niggas ass naked
Sometimes I know it seems so shockin'
How you the next vic' to be listenin' to the sounds of a trigger cockin'
All in your ears, cold steel lay against your face
I feel your blood chillin', your heart racin' at a rapid pace
And if you think you that strong
Then I dare you to even flinch wrong, f*ck around you feel the full five long
The victim contemplatin' what to do
On how the f*ck to get out the situation that he's going through
This nigga tried to grab the gat, you know I started clappin'
Bet y'all niggas wanna know how the rest of the story happened
Get the f*ck off my gat, nigga!
F*ck off! Ayo, that my nigga right over there? (Word is bond)
Ayo! The f*ck is goin' on here, you niggas tryna fight my nigga?
Ayo, f*ck is goin' on, nigga? Back up!
All y'all niggas back up (F*ck is wrong? Yo, he got a gat, he got a gat, run!)
Don't shoot-don't shoot the gun! Nigga, f*ck that! You let him get away!
Yo, f*ck that
Niggas really get they clique? I'ma call my squad
Rampage, I'ma call that nigga Rampage F*ck that!
