[Intro: Rick Ross]
Any nigga, any nigga been throwin' shade or hatin' in the last 3 years, fuck 'em
Yeah, we shittin' on you right now
We ain't givin' no passes, yeah, you pussy
Bang, ha, bang
Niggas still got the same car from my Trilla album, what?
[Verse 1: Papoose]
This summer, I'm only ridin' in convertibles, son
I'm signed to MMG, money, murder and guns
Rick Ross was official, I knew him a long time
'Cause he took off his shades just so he can look in my eye
Back with the remix, heard you back in the precinct
Quit yappin', you weakling
Packin' a mean grip
Automatic with 3 clips
You rap with no reason
Stacked with some mean chips
I spent a rack on a clean whip
I'll get it back when a key flip
Grams bagging, we saran wrapping' out in Manhattan
You don't have to believe it
Married the queen chick
She be keepin' her king lit
I be grabbin' her cleavage
Clappin' up leaches
When the ratchet unleashes
I blast 'em to pieces
Fast when I'm reachin'
Leave you paraplegic
We be on that Max B shit
Bout it bout it, Master P but you get defeated
We the mafia like the 3 6
The kingpin I have an actual reason to stop you maggots from breathin'
No pacifier, I was passing fire arms, fire chromes when you rappers were seeded
Trappin' and eatin', got 'em back on the defence, I be havin' 'em speechless
Fly and flashy, got 'em aggy, said he's sending shots at me but I know he received it
Any nigga, any nigga been throwin' shade or hatin' in the last 3 years, fuck 'em
Yeah, we shittin' on you right now
We ain't givin' no passes, yeah, you pussy
Bang, ha, bang
Niggas still got the same car from my Trilla album, what?
[Verse 1: Papoose]
This summer, I'm only ridin' in convertibles, son
I'm signed to MMG, money, murder and guns
Rick Ross was official, I knew him a long time
'Cause he took off his shades just so he can look in my eye
Back with the remix, heard you back in the precinct
Quit yappin', you weakling
Packin' a mean grip
Automatic with 3 clips
You rap with no reason
Stacked with some mean chips
I spent a rack on a clean whip
I'll get it back when a key flip
Grams bagging, we saran wrapping' out in Manhattan
You don't have to believe it
Married the queen chick
She be keepin' her king lit
I be grabbin' her cleavage
Clappin' up leaches
When the ratchet unleashes
I blast 'em to pieces
Fast when I'm reachin'
Leave you paraplegic
We be on that Max B shit
Bout it bout it, Master P but you get defeated
We the mafia like the 3 6
The kingpin I have an actual reason to stop you maggots from breathin'
No pacifier, I was passing fire arms, fire chromes when you rappers were seeded
Trappin' and eatin', got 'em back on the defence, I be havin' 'em speechless
Fly and flashy, got 'em aggy, said he's sending shots at me but I know he received it
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