[Intro: Rob49 & Fredo Bang]
Yeah
[?]
EVR
[?]
Yeah
Don't play with us
[Chorus]
Yeah, niggas know shit from sugar (Yeah)
Nigga know real from fake he sins, up stuck to the ceiling (To the ceiling)
I'm know to get 'em off, yeah, Big 49, my daddy's son (Yeah)
I'm staying on the scene, I play for keeps, don't play with us (Don't play with us, yeah)
Steppin' in them trenches (Huh), no pictures, don't like attention, hmm
I'm a demon's seed, they still can't figure out these killings
My bitch a Nina, she a keeper, she skeet everytime I finger tease her
I ran a nigga down to my demons, I keep that dog around likе Peter
[Verse 1]
Got a fifty-round drum in the back of that trunk, hе pull in, we gettin' him done (Ha)
My lil' gangsta wanna kill, I gave him the word, now he my son
Catch his ho, knocked off her bun, he speak on business, cut his tongue
We fuck niggas up for fun, he still breathing? We ain't done
Yeah, we fuck niggas' hoes, I throw my fours up for the four (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Just leave the door unlocked, I'm in the trap, my mama know (Ha!)
Still stealing out the store, a millionaire with shit to lose (Yeah)
These niggas pick and choose, I ain't got picks, these niggas fruit
I tell a bitch to throw it back, we get pulled over, she stuff her cat
Ross is trapping in the 9, this bitch doing jumping jacks
Whip that choppa through the house, if you wanna live, better hit that floor
And I'm not tripping on no ho, I'll feed a bitch a 4-for-4
Yeah
[?]
EVR
[?]
Yeah
Don't play with us
[Chorus]
Yeah, niggas know shit from sugar (Yeah)
Nigga know real from fake he sins, up stuck to the ceiling (To the ceiling)
I'm know to get 'em off, yeah, Big 49, my daddy's son (Yeah)
I'm staying on the scene, I play for keeps, don't play with us (Don't play with us, yeah)
Steppin' in them trenches (Huh), no pictures, don't like attention, hmm
I'm a demon's seed, they still can't figure out these killings
My bitch a Nina, she a keeper, she skeet everytime I finger tease her
I ran a nigga down to my demons, I keep that dog around likе Peter
[Verse 1]
Got a fifty-round drum in the back of that trunk, hе pull in, we gettin' him done (Ha)
My lil' gangsta wanna kill, I gave him the word, now he my son
Catch his ho, knocked off her bun, he speak on business, cut his tongue
We fuck niggas up for fun, he still breathing? We ain't done
Yeah, we fuck niggas' hoes, I throw my fours up for the four (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Just leave the door unlocked, I'm in the trap, my mama know (Ha!)
Still stealing out the store, a millionaire with shit to lose (Yeah)
These niggas pick and choose, I ain't got picks, these niggas fruit
I tell a bitch to throw it back, we get pulled over, she stuff her cat
Ross is trapping in the 9, this bitch doing jumping jacks
Whip that choppa through the house, if you wanna live, better hit that floor
And I'm not tripping on no ho, I'll feed a bitch a 4-for-4
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