[Verse 1]
Leggin' with the clip, we dump it off like V. Radmanović
Sorry homie, you know we not friends, it's all for politics
Politics, never get to see who really runnin' shit
Now you know who runnin' shit, you rappers on punishment
Poppa doc niggas they be lyin' on they brother dick
Everybody scared of "Lil' Linky", man it's evident
Feelin' like 50 way back in '03, aw geez
Talkin' 'bout goddamn, they on some other shit
3-0-whop screamin' 4-4 on my Louis shit
Poppin' tags, by the Mo', niggas on their dummy shit
Uh-uh trade my slave noose for a gold noose
Black and yellow goose with the boots and the jumpsuit
We shot a nigga at the go-go last week
We don't really care who got shot last week
Ridin' up the meter, plug 'ya village bumpin' Migos
I'm past shit, you don't want no problems with a G, D.C
PG, I'm the king of the streets
I never had to struggle with the gangs in a beef
Always ten toes so it's hard to defeat
And trust me nigga, I been lookin' hard for a beat, huh
[Verse 2]
He ain't rap this hard in a long time
U-Street, poppin' off, Vita do's and nines
Muslim homies always sayin' wallahi to the guys
All my life, been addicted to the power, ain't gon' lie, yo
Ain't no fear, I'm never wellin'
Put a shell up in yo
Ain't no tellin' when we do it, we just shoot and get ya
Got a bad thing, her name LaLa
Ass wide, with them tatas keep my mouth wide, uh
Northside bumpin' "Norf Norf," what a day
When I was a baby, I was wildin' for respect
You gon' get your head bust fuckin' with the set
Fuck around here and talk crazy, you get wet
We ran so many niggas outta here
Wonder why young Linky never had a fear
Say it once, say it twice, you gon' get a piece
Anybody ever ask what happened with the bitch
Leggin' with the clip, we dump it off like V. Radmanović
Sorry homie, you know we not friends, it's all for politics
Politics, never get to see who really runnin' shit
Now you know who runnin' shit, you rappers on punishment
Poppa doc niggas they be lyin' on they brother dick
Everybody scared of "Lil' Linky", man it's evident
Feelin' like 50 way back in '03, aw geez
Talkin' 'bout goddamn, they on some other shit
3-0-whop screamin' 4-4 on my Louis shit
Poppin' tags, by the Mo', niggas on their dummy shit
Uh-uh trade my slave noose for a gold noose
Black and yellow goose with the boots and the jumpsuit
We shot a nigga at the go-go last week
We don't really care who got shot last week
Ridin' up the meter, plug 'ya village bumpin' Migos
I'm past shit, you don't want no problems with a G, D.C
PG, I'm the king of the streets
I never had to struggle with the gangs in a beef
Always ten toes so it's hard to defeat
And trust me nigga, I been lookin' hard for a beat, huh
[Verse 2]
He ain't rap this hard in a long time
U-Street, poppin' off, Vita do's and nines
Muslim homies always sayin' wallahi to the guys
All my life, been addicted to the power, ain't gon' lie, yo
Ain't no fear, I'm never wellin'
Put a shell up in yo
Ain't no tellin' when we do it, we just shoot and get ya
Got a bad thing, her name LaLa
Ass wide, with them tatas keep my mouth wide, uh
Northside bumpin' "Norf Norf," what a day
When I was a baby, I was wildin' for respect
You gon' get your head bust fuckin' with the set
Fuck around here and talk crazy, you get wet
We ran so many niggas outta here
Wonder why young Linky never had a fear
Say it once, say it twice, you gon' get a piece
Anybody ever ask what happened with the bitch
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