[Intro]
(Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
[Verse 1]
Not a fan of makin' new friends, nigga
Got a big grip on my F&N, nigga (Grip)
Got a briefcase full of blue pills, nigga (Blue)
Got a briefcase full of ice, [?] chills, nigga
Got a shooter and he [?] bullets, not skills, nigga
Your bitch know that you a lie, that's for real, nigga (woo)
Uncle flipped it, was spendin' money on bitches (woo)
Especially, the ones who want me for my rich ass
I can see they want me dead, no stitches
That's why a keep the [?] in my [?]
[Chorus]
Showtime, Showtime (Hm, hm, hm, hm)
Showtime, Showtime (Hm, yeah, bee, ice)
[?]
Bad bitch, pussy bald head, call it [?]
[Verse 2]
Get the shit together, homie, you can do it
Makin' millions [?], man, my money [?]
I could book a [?], nigga, ain't nun' to it
And the real question is, nigga, [?] (No)
[?]
[?]
I've been in a different field 'cause that shit is lucrative
I want money like George Lucas, not Frank Lucas (Facts)
I hang 'round with some real slimes like a nosebleeds
Fuckin' on a group of bad bitches, look like brown sugar (Bee)
And I walk around head high 'cause I'm a home wrecker
I be fuckin' niggas wife mouths 'cause i'm a dumb getter (Go)
Show me that bitch, i'll go get her (Go)
Never ever hit a bitch, [?], i'm a hoe hitter
Hit her from the back [?] (Bee)
[?] no nigga givin' off hate, 'less it was a sack tacker (Go)
Rich bitch from Miami said her great grandaddy was a yacht maker
And he used to have a yacht master, hmm, fuck with it (Shit, go)
Can't take it to the grave, so I walk around like I'm stuck with it (Guap)
I don't give a fuck 'bout nun of that that you talkin' 'bout (Facts)
My nigga strip his ass clean, make him walk it out
On God
Bee, uh
(Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
[Verse 1]
Not a fan of makin' new friends, nigga
Got a big grip on my F&N, nigga (Grip)
Got a briefcase full of blue pills, nigga (Blue)
Got a briefcase full of ice, [?] chills, nigga
Got a shooter and he [?] bullets, not skills, nigga
Your bitch know that you a lie, that's for real, nigga (woo)
Uncle flipped it, was spendin' money on bitches (woo)
Especially, the ones who want me for my rich ass
I can see they want me dead, no stitches
That's why a keep the [?] in my [?]
[Chorus]
Showtime, Showtime (Hm, hm, hm, hm)
Showtime, Showtime (Hm, yeah, bee, ice)
[?]
Bad bitch, pussy bald head, call it [?]
[Verse 2]
Get the shit together, homie, you can do it
Makin' millions [?], man, my money [?]
I could book a [?], nigga, ain't nun' to it
And the real question is, nigga, [?] (No)
[?]
[?]
I've been in a different field 'cause that shit is lucrative
I want money like George Lucas, not Frank Lucas (Facts)
I hang 'round with some real slimes like a nosebleeds
Fuckin' on a group of bad bitches, look like brown sugar (Bee)
And I walk around head high 'cause I'm a home wrecker
I be fuckin' niggas wife mouths 'cause i'm a dumb getter (Go)
Show me that bitch, i'll go get her (Go)
Never ever hit a bitch, [?], i'm a hoe hitter
Hit her from the back [?] (Bee)
[?] no nigga givin' off hate, 'less it was a sack tacker (Go)
Rich bitch from Miami said her great grandaddy was a yacht maker
And he used to have a yacht master, hmm, fuck with it (Shit, go)
Can't take it to the grave, so I walk around like I'm stuck with it (Guap)
I don't give a fuck 'bout nun of that that you talkin' 'bout (Facts)
My nigga strip his ass clean, make him walk it out
On God
Bee, uh
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