[Verse 1: 3200 Tre]
I just came to fuck, talk some shit with D boy
My car there, but I'm not, that bitch a decoy
Soon as the helicopter come, we finna deploy
If you pay me what I want, then I might speak more
Like I might hop inside that bag for you
Bro a vegan, I ain’t seen nothing that they had for you
She got her shit done years ago, I think her ass spoild
Grab a pint of Don from you, I got cash for you
Real money counter, mine entertainment shit
I don't got no feelings or her, I just like to entertain the bitch
It's some shit in that bag, you need to baby sit it
I sell this shit by the pound, you a eighthy flipper
I always had a Glock, I nevеr maced a nigga
I’m a grown ass man, I don't chase my liquor
I don't usually do the gamеs, but I played them with her
She said she not leaving the kids, she gon' take them with her
[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
She already sucked my dick, and you claimed the bitch
I only hit her ass once, intanglement
Hit a nigga with some shit the size of a bagle big
I tried to take a nigga tip, but he ain't know shit
I've been balling all year, take a time out
He a rat, he don't live what he rhyme 'bout
OK he got his gun tucked, but shit, mine out
You don’t think I’m 'bout that life, come find out
I’ve been real since a baby, bitch, I'm thurrobread
She like to play with my balls, call it squearl head
Spent some dog shit on fancy, she was [?]
Mike, you need to chill the fuck out, is what the barol said
The gun be talking to me
I ain't nutting in that pussy, if I'm off a 60
Four Nicki my best friend, she be walking with me
Don Juli is my choice, I’m never off the Henny
Welcome to my side of town, we be stepping
I don't need no strap, my hands is a weapon
Ten milli, can't tell like the desert
I be talking spicy, habanero pepper
I just came to fuck, talk some shit with D boy
My car there, but I'm not, that bitch a decoy
Soon as the helicopter come, we finna deploy
If you pay me what I want, then I might speak more
Like I might hop inside that bag for you
Bro a vegan, I ain’t seen nothing that they had for you
She got her shit done years ago, I think her ass spoild
Grab a pint of Don from you, I got cash for you
Real money counter, mine entertainment shit
I don't got no feelings or her, I just like to entertain the bitch
It's some shit in that bag, you need to baby sit it
I sell this shit by the pound, you a eighthy flipper
I always had a Glock, I nevеr maced a nigga
I’m a grown ass man, I don't chase my liquor
I don't usually do the gamеs, but I played them with her
She said she not leaving the kids, she gon' take them with her
[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
She already sucked my dick, and you claimed the bitch
I only hit her ass once, intanglement
Hit a nigga with some shit the size of a bagle big
I tried to take a nigga tip, but he ain't know shit
I've been balling all year, take a time out
He a rat, he don't live what he rhyme 'bout
OK he got his gun tucked, but shit, mine out
You don’t think I’m 'bout that life, come find out
I’ve been real since a baby, bitch, I'm thurrobread
She like to play with my balls, call it squearl head
Spent some dog shit on fancy, she was [?]
Mike, you need to chill the fuck out, is what the barol said
The gun be talking to me
I ain't nutting in that pussy, if I'm off a 60
Four Nicki my best friend, she be walking with me
Don Juli is my choice, I’m never off the Henny
Welcome to my side of town, we be stepping
I don't need no strap, my hands is a weapon
Ten milli, can't tell like the desert
I be talking spicy, habanero pepper
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