[Verse 1: 3200 Tre]
I can't buy a bitch a steak, she a two piece
Get the word if she bring me a [?] and give me two weeks
[?] got two tweets
Mikey Hellcat too fast, it got two speeds
If you see me call my phone, bitch, you better answer
Bitch a lier, I just asked her one question, she gave me seven answers
I never [?] I don't mess with cancer
I might hit a bottle girl, but I don't mess with dancers
But you might got a chance, if I knew you first
You stupid if you put your hands on me, tried vudu first
You can't come up eating steak, buy [?]
I don't rap for free, you pay me 5 K, then I'll do the verse
This an automatic chop, it might shoot itself
Unc done ran out of dope, he might [?] himself
She ain't bringing in no friends, she say I'm tryna fuck you myself
If your pape going down, you [?]
[?] cut the music up, this shit ain't loud enough
I don't [?] piling up
These niggas do not be on that, they just be sounding tough
Don't call my phone if you ain't tryna cop a pound or nothing
[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
I'm finna take [?] on a drill, tell him mount it up
I put my Hellcat on forgis, told them mount it up
[?] bag, help me count it up
I paid 60, really 58, had him round it up
You know your mathimatics
I can make a bad bitch get nasty, like a crab salad
Fuck a bitch once then disappear, that's my bad habit
She wanna share the dick with her friends, I told her have at it
It's enough to go around, just for all of y'all
She want to fuck before she went to work, and end up calling off
I'm known for talking shit for days, ain't no falling off
Shot the K so much, the wood end up falling off
Riding through the block with brand new Glock, this bitch 23
Cuban bracelet with some pointers in it, cost me 20 G's
[?] ever go bad, shit, I got 20 fiends
RMC, my entertainment, [?]
We just waiting on the GOAT, free the ghetto
Jam ain't enough, her booty shaking like it's jello
I know she wanna fuck, I pulled my dick out to say hello
I'ma end up killing some, I ain't the one you wanna tell on
I got a lawyer on retainer, that's some boss shit
Every day I'm tryna rap, I'm treating the booth like an office
[?] in the Hellcat, almost lost it
Drop a body, have a tea party like we embossed it
I can't buy a bitch a steak, she a two piece
Get the word if she bring me a [?] and give me two weeks
[?] got two tweets
Mikey Hellcat too fast, it got two speeds
If you see me call my phone, bitch, you better answer
Bitch a lier, I just asked her one question, she gave me seven answers
I never [?] I don't mess with cancer
I might hit a bottle girl, but I don't mess with dancers
But you might got a chance, if I knew you first
You stupid if you put your hands on me, tried vudu first
You can't come up eating steak, buy [?]
I don't rap for free, you pay me 5 K, then I'll do the verse
This an automatic chop, it might shoot itself
Unc done ran out of dope, he might [?] himself
She ain't bringing in no friends, she say I'm tryna fuck you myself
If your pape going down, you [?]
[?] cut the music up, this shit ain't loud enough
I don't [?] piling up
These niggas do not be on that, they just be sounding tough
Don't call my phone if you ain't tryna cop a pound or nothing
[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
I'm finna take [?] on a drill, tell him mount it up
I put my Hellcat on forgis, told them mount it up
[?] bag, help me count it up
I paid 60, really 58, had him round it up
You know your mathimatics
I can make a bad bitch get nasty, like a crab salad
Fuck a bitch once then disappear, that's my bad habit
She wanna share the dick with her friends, I told her have at it
It's enough to go around, just for all of y'all
She want to fuck before she went to work, and end up calling off
I'm known for talking shit for days, ain't no falling off
Shot the K so much, the wood end up falling off
Riding through the block with brand new Glock, this bitch 23
Cuban bracelet with some pointers in it, cost me 20 G's
[?] ever go bad, shit, I got 20 fiends
RMC, my entertainment, [?]
We just waiting on the GOAT, free the ghetto
Jam ain't enough, her booty shaking like it's jello
I know she wanna fuck, I pulled my dick out to say hello
I'ma end up killing some, I ain't the one you wanna tell on
I got a lawyer on retainer, that's some boss shit
Every day I'm tryna rap, I'm treating the booth like an office
[?] in the Hellcat, almost lost it
Drop a body, have a tea party like we embossed it
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