[Verse 1: SelfMadeShawn]
Yeah, I was runnin' from the boys in a hemi
I can't trust a bitch 'cause these bitches out to get me
I'm sellin' real 'za, you want an eighthy, bring fifty
I had hoop dreams, but the streets steady tempting
SelfMade is the gang and they got my back
I can't fuck with many niggas, these niggas is rats
I make money 'round this bitch, I don't need to rap
I never lie in my raps, I don't need to cap
I'll beat a nigga ass, I don't need a strap
Nigga, I'll drop the lo' quick, you don't need a map
I'll call Babyfxce E, he comin' in a Scat
Now niggas gettin' real scary, now they backin' back
If I had opps, I'd roll they ass in a pack
Why the fuck these niggas think I'm lyin'? All I speak is facts
I don't even gotta lie about shit
I got a bitch, but wе already know yours on my dick
[Verse 2: Babyfxce E]
I got hoes on my dick, I pay 'em no attеntion
Lil' bro only sixteen he stay up in the trenches
I told him put them blicks down, he don't wanna listen
You'll get your ass blicked down, put me in your mentions
If I run into a nigga, I'ma be ready for the charge
If I ram your best friend, I'ma be ready for the dodge
All this madness goin' on, just be ready when we march
This bitch ain't even got no VINs, I don't even care about this car
You gotta play broke just so you can test the bitch
Meanwhile, my hands gettin' tired from countin' Jeffersons
I can teach your ass the game, I'm a professor, bitch
Grab a pen and paper, finna tell you today's lesson is
When you whippin' up the pot, don't leave no extras in it
Ain't no, "Oh shit, I forgot," shit get detrimental
Can you clean up the spot in under seven minutes?
My niggas slime like you put your ramen noodles on eleven minutes
Yeah, I was runnin' from the boys in a hemi
I can't trust a bitch 'cause these bitches out to get me
I'm sellin' real 'za, you want an eighthy, bring fifty
I had hoop dreams, but the streets steady tempting
SelfMade is the gang and they got my back
I can't fuck with many niggas, these niggas is rats
I make money 'round this bitch, I don't need to rap
I never lie in my raps, I don't need to cap
I'll beat a nigga ass, I don't need a strap
Nigga, I'll drop the lo' quick, you don't need a map
I'll call Babyfxce E, he comin' in a Scat
Now niggas gettin' real scary, now they backin' back
If I had opps, I'd roll they ass in a pack
Why the fuck these niggas think I'm lyin'? All I speak is facts
I don't even gotta lie about shit
I got a bitch, but wе already know yours on my dick
[Verse 2: Babyfxce E]
I got hoes on my dick, I pay 'em no attеntion
Lil' bro only sixteen he stay up in the trenches
I told him put them blicks down, he don't wanna listen
You'll get your ass blicked down, put me in your mentions
If I run into a nigga, I'ma be ready for the charge
If I ram your best friend, I'ma be ready for the dodge
All this madness goin' on, just be ready when we march
This bitch ain't even got no VINs, I don't even care about this car
You gotta play broke just so you can test the bitch
Meanwhile, my hands gettin' tired from countin' Jeffersons
I can teach your ass the game, I'm a professor, bitch
Grab a pen and paper, finna tell you today's lesson is
When you whippin' up the pot, don't leave no extras in it
Ain't no, "Oh shit, I forgot," shit get detrimental
Can you clean up the spot in under seven minutes?
My niggas slime like you put your ramen noodles on eleven minutes
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