No Limit
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Make a bitch say uhh like I'm Pete
I been seeing murder, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it with them P's
Niggas stutter like Silkk The Shocker, you see that piece
Treat the plug like the dealership, nigga, hand over them keys
Nigga old up, he better hand over that cheese
'Fore I drop a bag on you and the shit be out my reach
Thousand dollar t-shirt on up under the mink
All white AP, you can see it through my sleeve
Been off the porch, I'm the man in the trenches
Ask about me, nigga, I got my hands in some millions
All my bitches bad, Celine bags on they arm
YSL crocodile from getting beans out the farm
I ain't on IG with it, I'm in the field
I ain't never ran from no nigga and never will
Just got off the plane in Atlanta with seven seals
Nigga, I make deals, want them houses on the hill
Mascot for this designer shit, every time I drip
Put a ten in my wall safe every time I flip
Plenty different hustles, got my hands in all kind of shit
Never turned back, the first time, I paid my mama rent
Never fucked the plug over, name one hundred
I'm like Candyman, a nigga say my name, I'm coming
When they see us in the club, niggas hide they woman
Street nigga, fuck the same hoes as Andre Drummond
Bitch, I ball, I don't hoop, in the mall, me and Snoop
Fuck a nigga whole bag up, go home and recoup
Titty bar ran out of singles, had to make 'em reboot
Go to war with this money, fuck you boys wanna do?
Tenth car this year, third watch this month
Jackie Chan around this bitch, I do my own stunts
On my winter time grind, I sat down four months
Three-five in one Backwood when I roll blunts
They ain't fucking with me, not at all
Shit come easy, I don't try to ball
Get all in a bitch head like Tylenol
Real killers on my team riding with me right or wrong
Better have that shit you rapping 'bout before you write a song
Niggas wanna trick me out of my position
If you really tryna eat, I got a proposition
Thirty racks on me, but I ain't finna cop a chicken
Ghetto Boyz, nigga, I don't see no competition
Can't do no dirt with these niggas 'cause they'll tattle
Who got the most cheese in this bitch? Let's have a battle
So many fuckin' snakes in the grass, can hear 'em rattle
I said fuck the new 550, I want a Phantom
You need it, then we got it, come get your hands on it
And it could take a two, go put some extra grams on it
You better use your head before I put some bread on it
Niggas start some gangster shit and then they put the feds on you
That's crazy
You know what we do, nigga
Ayy, Dave
Cut the beat right off, nigga