[Verse 1]
Hmm nigga what the pressure is
If you need me I got that F&N
And you know me, I got Actavis
He talm bout GF I don't play 'bout the dead homies
He play wit' BL make that boy lose his head 'bout it
Fifty sumn' shots out the drac' we gon' air it out
You bleed how I bleed ain't nun' to be scared about
She belongs to the shooters ain't nun' I could care about
And we go there
They be fanned out
With my bitch baby [?]
I don't love you but I'ma be there
If you need me, I got demons
I see demons, I think it's reasons
I think it's reasons she wan' leave me
Fame gettin' to these niggas they leechin'
If I get down with the rod then you know I be creepin'
[Verse 2]
And I'm goin' up, and they started dickridin'
Shoot for long time I got hang time
Talm' bout yo' bitch, but it ain't mine
You can't fuck wit' me I'll catch more time
Everybody know I be with BL and FrontLine
Boy I just hop on the beat and I don't try
BabyLife shit and I gotta have four wives
She spit on my dick call it spit-shine
Country boy hit wit' the .45
You gonna fuck or sumn'? Don't waste my time
I can fuck any bitch, boy I'm not lyin'
I don't know why they cappin' on timeline
I'ma fuck the lil' bitch and she tapped out
I'ma fuck the lil' then pull these racks out
Go to war ain't no [?]
Look at the stick on me this bitch so loud
Hmm nigga what the pressure is
If you need me I got that F&N
And you know me, I got Actavis
He talm bout GF I don't play 'bout the dead homies
He play wit' BL make that boy lose his head 'bout it
Fifty sumn' shots out the drac' we gon' air it out
You bleed how I bleed ain't nun' to be scared about
She belongs to the shooters ain't nun' I could care about
And we go there
They be fanned out
With my bitch baby [?]
I don't love you but I'ma be there
If you need me, I got demons
I see demons, I think it's reasons
I think it's reasons she wan' leave me
Fame gettin' to these niggas they leechin'
If I get down with the rod then you know I be creepin'
[Verse 2]
And I'm goin' up, and they started dickridin'
Shoot for long time I got hang time
Talm' bout yo' bitch, but it ain't mine
You can't fuck wit' me I'll catch more time
Everybody know I be with BL and FrontLine
Boy I just hop on the beat and I don't try
BabyLife shit and I gotta have four wives
She spit on my dick call it spit-shine
Country boy hit wit' the .45
You gonna fuck or sumn'? Don't waste my time
I can fuck any bitch, boy I'm not lyin'
I don't know why they cappin' on timeline
I'ma fuck the lil' bitch and she tapped out
I'ma fuck the lil' then pull these racks out
Go to war ain't no [?]
Look at the stick on me this bitch so loud
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