[Intro]
(MIA JAY C)
Naw, for real
(I hear you, JAY C)
That's more like it
Ayy
[Chorus]
We killin' everything if they play with us
I be gettin' paper cuts countin' all this paper up
They know we been on they ass, but they don't wanna say it's us
He ain't gotta tell me why, he just gotta say it's up
I don't think dog a real tweaker, he got baby nuts
Standin' on the business, I know they wanna take me up
Out here sinnin' every day, I hope somebody pray for us
Niggas was trollin' on the 'Gram, now they ain't sayin' nothin'
[Verse 1]
All my bitches love me 'cause they ain't gotta pay for nothin'
I hеard I got one-point-five, let mе drop a Wraith or somethin'
Ayy, I ain't done with these niggas, was gon' starve 'em out
They ain't choose my side, I got them niggas fallin' out
Them niggas thought they was some pits 'til we dogged 'em out
I ain't one of them pussy-ass rappers, I'll call 'em out
I got real rich niggas, real killers that on my side
I got real M's in my bank account, I am not lyin'
I'm tryna get a pit stepped on like topside
I heard they say I'm blackballed, oh my God
I heard these niggas keep dyin', oh my God
I got Mike, Mo, Poody, and Shoop on my side
I got real rich niggas, y'all some real bitch niggas
You'll get disfigured, I'm past six figures
Have my nigga rape his sister, I'm a real sick nigga
All the opps get bullets, all the fiends get pictures
Fuck the baddest bitches, came from rags to riches
I can't leave out the crib now without my pistol
A new baby AR shoot 5.56s
I don't know how my opps got shot, not my business
(MIA JAY C)
Naw, for real
(I hear you, JAY C)
That's more like it
Ayy
[Chorus]
We killin' everything if they play with us
I be gettin' paper cuts countin' all this paper up
They know we been on they ass, but they don't wanna say it's us
He ain't gotta tell me why, he just gotta say it's up
I don't think dog a real tweaker, he got baby nuts
Standin' on the business, I know they wanna take me up
Out here sinnin' every day, I hope somebody pray for us
Niggas was trollin' on the 'Gram, now they ain't sayin' nothin'
[Verse 1]
All my bitches love me 'cause they ain't gotta pay for nothin'
I hеard I got one-point-five, let mе drop a Wraith or somethin'
Ayy, I ain't done with these niggas, was gon' starve 'em out
They ain't choose my side, I got them niggas fallin' out
Them niggas thought they was some pits 'til we dogged 'em out
I ain't one of them pussy-ass rappers, I'll call 'em out
I got real rich niggas, real killers that on my side
I got real M's in my bank account, I am not lyin'
I'm tryna get a pit stepped on like topside
I heard they say I'm blackballed, oh my God
I heard these niggas keep dyin', oh my God
I got Mike, Mo, Poody, and Shoop on my side
I got real rich niggas, y'all some real bitch niggas
You'll get disfigured, I'm past six figures
Have my nigga rape his sister, I'm a real sick nigga
All the opps get bullets, all the fiends get pictures
Fuck the baddest bitches, came from rags to riches
I can't leave out the crib now without my pistol
A new baby AR shoot 5.56s
I don't know how my opps got shot, not my business
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