[Verse]
I pulled up, tinted windows in the black truck
8 niggas hoppin' out and they all masked up
No fucks given tomorrow or yesterday
I got a thug bitch, in purse she keep that pepper spray
Im [?]
Roll runnin' on that paper chase
You super late
You super fake
I pull up they congratulate
I'm hungry but I just ate
So I'm picking up your plate
Boy don't you cross that gate my dogs gon' treat you like you steak
I'm just a nigga from the hood
Countin' money smokin' good
I be tourin' probably in yo hood nigga smoking good
I'm misunderstood, but you understand
If I fall I bounce back The rubberband man
I burn em like a sauna I the tan man
And if you comin' at me wrong you a Deadman
This ain't Nintendo 64 cuz I ain't playing man
Im cookin up, I got that method no redman
What you sayin man, you wanna battle, punchlines I'm throwin left hands
I been that man you ain't heard then you deaf man
Simmie killin shit leavin beats on they death bed
I'm the cooker of all cookers I'm a cheff man
And you just a onlooker you ain't first hand
I took yo bitch and gave her back by noon
The grim reaper, street sweeper in the cut with a broom
And if you lookin for yo bitch then she was bustin a move
And if you lookin like a snitch my hittas bustin a tool
I'm lowkey when I move, iont fuck with you dudes
Pick it up and drop it off turn one into two
Turn three into four
I want some more
I pulled up, tinted windows in the black truck
8 niggas hoppin' out and they all masked up
No fucks given tomorrow or yesterday
I got a thug bitch, in purse she keep that pepper spray
Im [?]
Roll runnin' on that paper chase
You super late
You super fake
I pull up they congratulate
I'm hungry but I just ate
So I'm picking up your plate
Boy don't you cross that gate my dogs gon' treat you like you steak
I'm just a nigga from the hood
Countin' money smokin' good
I be tourin' probably in yo hood nigga smoking good
I'm misunderstood, but you understand
If I fall I bounce back The rubberband man
I burn em like a sauna I the tan man
And if you comin' at me wrong you a Deadman
This ain't Nintendo 64 cuz I ain't playing man
Im cookin up, I got that method no redman
What you sayin man, you wanna battle, punchlines I'm throwin left hands
I been that man you ain't heard then you deaf man
Simmie killin shit leavin beats on they death bed
I'm the cooker of all cookers I'm a cheff man
And you just a onlooker you ain't first hand
I took yo bitch and gave her back by noon
The grim reaper, street sweeper in the cut with a broom
And if you lookin for yo bitch then she was bustin a move
And if you lookin like a snitch my hittas bustin a tool
I'm lowkey when I move, iont fuck with you dudes
Pick it up and drop it off turn one into two
Turn three into four
I want some more
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