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[Intro: Blackout]
Sucka busta, fuck that bitch, riding with some mindless trick
On my P's and Q's, I refuse to be broke as shit
Sucka busta, fuck that bitch, riding with some mindless trick
On my P's and Q's, I refuse to be broke as shit
Sucka busta, fuck that bitch, riding with some mindless trick
On my P's and Q's, I refuse to be broke as shit
Sucka busta, fuck that bitch, riding with some mindless trick
On my P's and Q's, I refuse to be broke as shit
Sucka busta, fuck that bitch, riding with some mindless trick
On my P's and Q's, I refuse to be broke as shit
Sucka busta, fuck that bitch, riding with some mindless trick
On my P's and Q's, I refuse to be broke as shit
[Verse 1: Yung Plague]
Shut the fuck up, bitch, talking shit
When the 6-10 splits, get off and take a left on St. Bernard
Drive a little bit—then it hits, "oh shit!"
You just drove down the road to Yung Plague's pit
With a pit in the yard
Feed you to my dog, then I yawn
Bury your bones 'till dawn
Mow the lawn to make it seem neat like a bed
Bitch, I'll sleep when I'm dead
Dreaming while they zipping up the body bag
From my fucking feet up to my head
Sucka busta, fuck that bitch, riding with some mindless trick
On my P's and Q's, I refuse to be broke as shit
Sucka busta, fuck that bitch, riding with some mindless trick
On my P's and Q's, I refuse to be broke as shit
Sucka busta, fuck that bitch, riding with some mindless trick
On my P's and Q's, I refuse to be broke as shit
Sucka busta, fuck that bitch, riding with some mindless trick
On my P's and Q's, I refuse to be broke as shit
Sucka busta, fuck that bitch, riding with some mindless trick
On my P's and Q's, I refuse to be broke as shit
Sucka busta, fuck that bitch, riding with some mindless trick
On my P's and Q's, I refuse to be broke as shit
[Verse 1: Yung Plague]
Shut the fuck up, bitch, talking shit
When the 6-10 splits, get off and take a left on St. Bernard
Drive a little bit—then it hits, "oh shit!"
You just drove down the road to Yung Plague's pit
With a pit in the yard
Feed you to my dog, then I yawn
Bury your bones 'till dawn
Mow the lawn to make it seem neat like a bed
Bitch, I'll sleep when I'm dead
Dreaming while they zipping up the body bag
From my fucking feet up to my head
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