[Intro]
I don't fuck with niggas, that's why I be solo dolo, uh
Big RoRo keep that Notre Dame on him, no Quasimodo
What?
Oh, y'all niggas (Yeah)
(Trademark!)
What? What? What? (Bitch)
[Chorus]
This a molly, mix it in your sprite (What?)
We gon' send him somewhere in the skies
Every consequence come with a price (Yeah)
That's my nickname, not nice (Bitch)
He ain't breathin', fuck him, let him die (What?)
We go Son of Sam, poltergeist
And we gon' make shirts, nigga, what's your size?
Rockin' your dead homies like they mine (Yeah)
[Verse 1]
Life full of chances, nigga, roll your dice (What? What?)
Bro is a tattle teller, do him right
You not a rat, yeah, you a mice (Mice)
Oh, you didn't get her back, nigga? Big surprise (Grr, grr)
I don't fuck with niggas, that's why I be solo dolo, uh (What?)
Big RoRo keep that Notre Dame on him, no Quasimodo (Grr)
I was just broke, had no love in me
Hit the corner store, only a buck fifty
Had my brother Mani and lil' cuz with me
Ma said, "Go to the store, get a Dutch for me" (Get)
Came out that bitch, had some Takis and gum with me (Ha)
Shared the bag and let them eat the crumbs with me (Yeah)
That's when I see four grown niggas walk up to me
Asking where is my hands and wassup with it (What?)
Go back home, or this shit gon' get ugly
I was a jit, but ain't runnin' from nothing
Shots fired, that's the end of discussion (Fah, fah, fah)
Cooked the opposition but that shit was disgusting (Yeah)
Bro drink that purple drink, no Robitussin
She gave me super head, call her concussion (Huh?)
Bad little foreign ho, she speakin' Russian
Russian roulette 'cause we play while we clutchin'
We can't leave no witness, period, no sentence
Guap, we tremendous (What?), heavyweight liftin' (Ha)
Lil' nigga, you don't fit in (Bitch)
Wrist work transcendent (What?)
I think you should change your attitude
Nah, bitch, you should mind your business, lil' bitch, ayy
I don't fuck with niggas, that's why I be solo dolo, uh
Big RoRo keep that Notre Dame on him, no Quasimodo
What?
Oh, y'all niggas (Yeah)
(Trademark!)
What? What? What? (Bitch)
[Chorus]
This a molly, mix it in your sprite (What?)
We gon' send him somewhere in the skies
Every consequence come with a price (Yeah)
That's my nickname, not nice (Bitch)
He ain't breathin', fuck him, let him die (What?)
We go Son of Sam, poltergeist
And we gon' make shirts, nigga, what's your size?
Rockin' your dead homies like they mine (Yeah)
[Verse 1]
Life full of chances, nigga, roll your dice (What? What?)
Bro is a tattle teller, do him right
You not a rat, yeah, you a mice (Mice)
Oh, you didn't get her back, nigga? Big surprise (Grr, grr)
I don't fuck with niggas, that's why I be solo dolo, uh (What?)
Big RoRo keep that Notre Dame on him, no Quasimodo (Grr)
I was just broke, had no love in me
Hit the corner store, only a buck fifty
Had my brother Mani and lil' cuz with me
Ma said, "Go to the store, get a Dutch for me" (Get)
Came out that bitch, had some Takis and gum with me (Ha)
Shared the bag and let them eat the crumbs with me (Yeah)
That's when I see four grown niggas walk up to me
Asking where is my hands and wassup with it (What?)
Go back home, or this shit gon' get ugly
I was a jit, but ain't runnin' from nothing
Shots fired, that's the end of discussion (Fah, fah, fah)
Cooked the opposition but that shit was disgusting (Yeah)
Bro drink that purple drink, no Robitussin
She gave me super head, call her concussion (Huh?)
Bad little foreign ho, she speakin' Russian
Russian roulette 'cause we play while we clutchin'
We can't leave no witness, period, no sentence
Guap, we tremendous (What?), heavyweight liftin' (Ha)
Lil' nigga, you don't fit in (Bitch)
Wrist work transcendent (What?)
I think you should change your attitude
Nah, bitch, you should mind your business, lil' bitch, ayy
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