They shot yo crib up
They got yo mom evicted
You ain’t really slide for you cousin you pretended
You say you touchin pape but yo whip still ain’t tinted
You the type to stay in the bus i’m landing tilted
I would never slide on you with yo police ass
I got proof you suck toes
I bet you eat ass
You ain’t never fought a case with yo sweet ass
I ain't throwin hands i’m throwin bullets with my weak ass
You the type to run off on the plug with yo fiend ass
You the type to match a gram with yo cheap ass
IRL you a bitch you just gangsta behind the keypad
We put belt to ass we gone spank you in that ski mask
Alright i said im finna roll the window down and let the heat blast
In the club i ain’t got no gun im finna beat ass
You need to get yo weight up with yo weak ass
And all that shit you rappin on the track you know that shit trash
Get a bow and break that bitch down untill the last bag
I be hanging wit gorillas where you won’t last
Brodie pulled up on a
So it shoot fast
I’m really in the biddie with a laser tryna play tag
I know a nigga sneak dissin with his fake ass
I hate a nigga who act like a killer tryna fake crash
Im finna serve the whole city i got real thrax
When my brother ain’t nobody wanna claim that
Let a nigga blow at me ima bang back
Balling in the league i could’ve fucked around and stopped Shaq
They got yo mom evicted
You ain’t really slide for you cousin you pretended
You say you touchin pape but yo whip still ain’t tinted
You the type to stay in the bus i’m landing tilted
I would never slide on you with yo police ass
I got proof you suck toes
I bet you eat ass
You ain’t never fought a case with yo sweet ass
I ain't throwin hands i’m throwin bullets with my weak ass
You the type to run off on the plug with yo fiend ass
You the type to match a gram with yo cheap ass
IRL you a bitch you just gangsta behind the keypad
We put belt to ass we gone spank you in that ski mask
Alright i said im finna roll the window down and let the heat blast
In the club i ain’t got no gun im finna beat ass
You need to get yo weight up with yo weak ass
And all that shit you rappin on the track you know that shit trash
Get a bow and break that bitch down untill the last bag
I be hanging wit gorillas where you won’t last
Brodie pulled up on a
So it shoot fast
I’m really in the biddie with a laser tryna play tag
I know a nigga sneak dissin with his fake ass
I hate a nigga who act like a killer tryna fake crash
Im finna serve the whole city i got real thrax
When my brother ain’t nobody wanna claim that
Let a nigga blow at me ima bang back
Balling in the league i could’ve fucked around and stopped Shaq
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