[Verse]
Ayy, them niggas talkin' 'bout calm down, I'm like, "Fuck that"
Sixty months or tell us what you know, shit, where my cuffs at?
Hid an ounce of dog by my balls, that's a nutsack
Ounce of hard in your bitch ass, call that buttcrack
Surrendered in the spring, drunk every brand of lean but Act'
Still got a pint at dukes' crib, she better not touch that
He buyin' drank out a baby bottle, I wouldn't trust that
Okay, it's time to wrap these pounds up, I had enough of rap
It's the end of September, I got a crop comin'
Fuck the lollygaggin', I would never stop hustlin'
Most of these rap niggas is my sons, they need to stop cussin'
Ball my hands up before I shoot, I'm tryna drop somethin'
Ayy, I'm tryna drop one
I don't think you niggas get it, though
And hell nah, that bitch baby ain't mine, but I hit it, though
You flеw some bitches out of town on Spirit? Wherе your spirit go?
I'm the same nigga from them videos
That same dirty-lookin' nigga in expensive clothes
Spent like eighty thousand on my girl, but I don't trick with hoes
I be makin' bitches straddle home and you be lickin' toes
I'll be back, I got a couple months left
The regular Cookie gone, all I got is Runtz left
Ridin' with the rifle on my lap, we don't trunk lift
Palace filled with fake cases of Wock', I need a forklift
This my letter from the other side
I'm doin' great, I just sit and watch the money pile
Last time you seen me in the O, I made a hundred thou'
Off doin' shows and features, but I label that a turnaround
Been in the feds for nine months and made a half a ticket
That's not a lot, but where I'm from, shit, that's like thirty million
Did so many features in the D, it caused the Great Depression
Prison taught me never trust a soul and that's the greatest lesson
He done fucked the pape' up, I see gray, he stressin'
'Fore I used to reup on the dope, I let my auntie test it
Knew this shit was good, she took a hit and asked me eighty questions
Anyway, I'll be home soon to come save y'all niggas
Ayy, them niggas talkin' 'bout calm down, I'm like, "Fuck that"
Sixty months or tell us what you know, shit, where my cuffs at?
Hid an ounce of dog by my balls, that's a nutsack
Ounce of hard in your bitch ass, call that buttcrack
Surrendered in the spring, drunk every brand of lean but Act'
Still got a pint at dukes' crib, she better not touch that
He buyin' drank out a baby bottle, I wouldn't trust that
Okay, it's time to wrap these pounds up, I had enough of rap
It's the end of September, I got a crop comin'
Fuck the lollygaggin', I would never stop hustlin'
Most of these rap niggas is my sons, they need to stop cussin'
Ball my hands up before I shoot, I'm tryna drop somethin'
Ayy, I'm tryna drop one
I don't think you niggas get it, though
And hell nah, that bitch baby ain't mine, but I hit it, though
You flеw some bitches out of town on Spirit? Wherе your spirit go?
I'm the same nigga from them videos
That same dirty-lookin' nigga in expensive clothes
Spent like eighty thousand on my girl, but I don't trick with hoes
I be makin' bitches straddle home and you be lickin' toes
I'll be back, I got a couple months left
The regular Cookie gone, all I got is Runtz left
Ridin' with the rifle on my lap, we don't trunk lift
Palace filled with fake cases of Wock', I need a forklift
This my letter from the other side
I'm doin' great, I just sit and watch the money pile
Last time you seen me in the O, I made a hundred thou'
Off doin' shows and features, but I label that a turnaround
Been in the feds for nine months and made a half a ticket
That's not a lot, but where I'm from, shit, that's like thirty million
Did so many features in the D, it caused the Great Depression
Prison taught me never trust a soul and that's the greatest lesson
He done fucked the pape' up, I see gray, he stressin'
'Fore I used to reup on the dope, I let my auntie test it
Knew this shit was good, she took a hit and asked me eighty questions
Anyway, I'll be home soon to come save y'all niggas
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