[Verse 1: CHRIST DILLINGER]
Robbed him so quick that he didn't know who to shoot
I move the drugs on the block like a hoolahoop
These Xans is pressed, not even Alprazolam
Niggas with me strapped up, Afghanistan
I robbed the plug but we still cool
I was sellin Xans on the playground in middle school
You sippin green, you ain't high, you dizzy
Ganged a nigga for verse then he gone kill me
My trap boomin', yo' trap seen better days
I'm my own boss, nigga, time for a pay raise
Bitch like a freed slave
Nut on her bitch, it look like mayonaise
Mixin' with me, get you cooked, fuck yo' family man
He cuff a hoes, that boy think he a family man
Want fuck a whole family hit, that's a family plan
These rappers fake hatin', really my greatest fan
Damn, I'm out of Percs again?
Where they at?
My hood fucked up, I rat
When we see these niggas, they be hoppin' fences
That nigga got 50 piece, he work at Wendy's
Collectin the bread in the hood like a reverend
He wanted a quarter, he can get 7
I Schwarzenegger like on The Apprentice
I'm in the bitch mouth like I am a dentist
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