[Intro]
(808 Mafia)
It's WillThaRapper nigga
I on' fuck about him
Unplug 2, hehe
Now listen up
Look, I say, look
Look, I say
[Verse]
If you ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin', nigga
Well I got opps, so I won't hesitate to pop a nigga
No, this ain't a rollercoaster, ain't nothing pop with niggas
That just simply means I won't hesitate to drop a nigga
Pistol off safety, I might point it at a pussy nigga
I ain't never get why niggas dying over pussy, nigga
Boy, I'm a vet with the TEC, you like a rookie, nigga
Street school is in session, stop flexin', you playing hookie, nigga
Soft cookie, niggas'll crumble under a fed case
Fuck the six tangles, cause thirty is what my leg say
Let off 'bout ten out the clip, but he got fed eight
Call him lead face, hit his brain, until his head break
Fuck a headache, I count money until my hands sore
I don't know these niggas, fuck are they tryna be my mans for?
If you out here trapping, fuck you tryna run a scam for?
You a street nigga, tell me, what the fuck you ran for?
You a damn whore, so don't call yourself a man, boy
I done seen shit that you would never understand boy
I done seen hits for cash under a grand boy
For five hundred shit, I done leave you lyin' boy
Call it DOA, niggas snakes, like B-O-A
Mamma prayin' it be okay, I want chips like Frito-Lay
Not a game, boy, we don't play
Not a face, this shit is real
Fuck poverty, I'm the field
Fuck profit, I need a mil
Them bills don't need a deal
Cause labels be on that bitch shit
Managers be stealing, and fans be on some switch shit
Tryna put holes in my cheese, they on some Swiss shit
Ballin' 'til I'm broke in the knees, I'm on some swish shit
Bitch get put the fuck out if she don't fuck, shit
Niggas get barred from the squad if they don't fuck shit
Why you purpin' out with a gun? He ain't gon' bust shit
Niggas see me with that '01 and he ain't touch shit
Got a couple haters so I'm poppin' nigga
Like a baby to sleep, I'll rock a nigga
Like the baby was mines, I'll pop a nigga
They say he trained to go, well I'll stop a nigga
I got my ammo on cock, I'll nail the nigga
And if a nigga want smoke, inhale the trigger
It ain't a nigga in here, oh Lord, heaven realer
Small money is cool, but I like better, bigger
New money, same squad, new broads, new cars
New bars, only real shit, all true bars
Who ya'll? You ain't buzzing
My name ringing like cellphones
Running down the same block you sell on
Then set up shop on the block, like what's poppin' nigga?
Hurry up, what you want? What you coppin' nigga?
You ain't got no cash then get the choppa, nigga
Before the feds pull up and get to floggin niggas
Clockin' niggas all day, that shit blowing me
Niggas telling these lies but they ain't knowing me
Most of 'em owing me, I know the real niggas gon' feel this
Man, fuck a rap cause this some real shit
Look
(808 Mafia)
It's WillThaRapper nigga
I on' fuck about him
Unplug 2, hehe
Now listen up
Look, I say, look
Look, I say
[Verse]
If you ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin', nigga
Well I got opps, so I won't hesitate to pop a nigga
No, this ain't a rollercoaster, ain't nothing pop with niggas
That just simply means I won't hesitate to drop a nigga
Pistol off safety, I might point it at a pussy nigga
I ain't never get why niggas dying over pussy, nigga
Boy, I'm a vet with the TEC, you like a rookie, nigga
Street school is in session, stop flexin', you playing hookie, nigga
Soft cookie, niggas'll crumble under a fed case
Fuck the six tangles, cause thirty is what my leg say
Let off 'bout ten out the clip, but he got fed eight
Call him lead face, hit his brain, until his head break
Fuck a headache, I count money until my hands sore
I don't know these niggas, fuck are they tryna be my mans for?
If you out here trapping, fuck you tryna run a scam for?
You a street nigga, tell me, what the fuck you ran for?
You a damn whore, so don't call yourself a man, boy
I done seen shit that you would never understand boy
I done seen hits for cash under a grand boy
For five hundred shit, I done leave you lyin' boy
Call it DOA, niggas snakes, like B-O-A
Mamma prayin' it be okay, I want chips like Frito-Lay
Not a game, boy, we don't play
Not a face, this shit is real
Fuck poverty, I'm the field
Fuck profit, I need a mil
Them bills don't need a deal
Cause labels be on that bitch shit
Managers be stealing, and fans be on some switch shit
Tryna put holes in my cheese, they on some Swiss shit
Ballin' 'til I'm broke in the knees, I'm on some swish shit
Bitch get put the fuck out if she don't fuck, shit
Niggas get barred from the squad if they don't fuck shit
Why you purpin' out with a gun? He ain't gon' bust shit
Niggas see me with that '01 and he ain't touch shit
Got a couple haters so I'm poppin' nigga
Like a baby to sleep, I'll rock a nigga
Like the baby was mines, I'll pop a nigga
They say he trained to go, well I'll stop a nigga
I got my ammo on cock, I'll nail the nigga
And if a nigga want smoke, inhale the trigger
It ain't a nigga in here, oh Lord, heaven realer
Small money is cool, but I like better, bigger
New money, same squad, new broads, new cars
New bars, only real shit, all true bars
Who ya'll? You ain't buzzing
My name ringing like cellphones
Running down the same block you sell on
Then set up shop on the block, like what's poppin' nigga?
Hurry up, what you want? What you coppin' nigga?
You ain't got no cash then get the choppa, nigga
Before the feds pull up and get to floggin niggas
Clockin' niggas all day, that shit blowing me
Niggas telling these lies but they ain't knowing me
Most of 'em owing me, I know the real niggas gon' feel this
Man, fuck a rap cause this some real shit
Look
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