[DJ Paul talking]

[Hook: DJ Paul] 2x
50 bands in a duffle bag, nigga that's a bundle
I blast on a nigga ass like we in the jungle
Niggas talk that shit but they still ain't doin' numbers
They ass better be glad that a nigga on a come up

[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
Why you niggas wanna hate on a lil ol' civil like me
You gettin' money, I'm gettin' money while we frienemies
Probably cause them groupie ass niggas be wearin' yo ear out
But everyone of them niggas can see how I clear my clips out
I ain't 'bout that mouth, unless it's 'bout a bitch
Cause the Glock 19 round full of metal clips
Alot of these rappers weird, alot of these rappers are phony
Alot of these rappers be rappin' 'bout niggas that homies
(?)

[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]
Spread the rumor niggas but you never fuckin' with Lord Soze
Spittin' verses with these curses then I get my way
I ain't takin' no more losses nigga, get my way
Sweet and sugar-coated but you just Frosted Flakes
Tell yo bitch to go home, I skeeted in her face
I get high until I'm comatose, I dope all day
Buyin' drugs by the case, I buy bricks by weight
Scarecrow, Rowdy Bounty Hunter, Mafia 6ix
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