(Hah hah hah)
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(Hah hah hah)
Unless I'm just talking about paper, you know that I'm never gon' fold
I drop and it's getting too scary, these niggas ain't f*ckin' with Zo
I pull up right next to the curb, I told all my fans to get close
I'm f*ckin' yo bitch she a nerd, she helping me reach all my goals
I needa stop fore' I die
I was just way too drunk can't lie
I was just f*cked up with my guys
Keepin' it P I hit it twice
Yeah I just had to let you know
And I know a lot more about your hoe
That was a tag-team bitch with my bro
For the mob she gon' run to the sto'
And I'm back on my shit
(Hold up, this time I'm talkin' for real)
Your mother a bitch and your father a bitch so I know you got bitch shoes to fill
Two or three milli' for one of my albums I'm already seeing the deal
Pull up, hop out, keep me steel
I'm a big boss man baby shout out DLow
Yeah this big boss shit, probably leave a bitch froze
Damn I'm out in Cape Town you can't even find my lo'
I was broke
Just a joke
Now I'm stackin' up these bands till it's fallin' to the flo'
Damn my pockets gettin' heavy they so fat they look like Po
Now you askin' for some handouts, what the f*ck is up with that?
You wack
Quit fore' you turn to a pack
Blue diamond my hand when I'm beatin' your ass so I leave you so blue and so black
They hate when I flex but I'm talkin' my shit I don't care I'm just come with some brass
I stay with the za, I don't need to plug in the basement I'm growin' some grass
Same basement I'm killin' these raps
They aint gettin' shit so I laugh
Just checked on my mother she doin' okay but you know I just sent her a bag
I feel like I'm Bron, these niggas be dick ridin' nasty they wantin' some cash
Feds on my ass but I'm keepin' it quiet, so no, I can never get tapped
(Hah hah hah)
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