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Phew, skrrt
Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt-skrrt, phew
Phew, what, New York
Got it on my own, fuck a helping hand (Yeah)
Niggas bless a bitch 'fore they help
They mans ('Fore they help they mans)
FNH tucked in my belt and pants
Ghetto Boyz, IUR, bitch, I rep the fam, ayy (Iced Up Records)
I don't want the bitch 'less she stuffin' (Hell no)
Open up that oven, hit his muffin (Woo, woo)
You ain't got no pape', niggas bluffin' (What?)
Got two hoes bitin' down and they cousins (And they cousins)
Still that Bag Life, R.I.P. Rico (Rest in peace)
Mix the turtle with a Brisk, that's a
Green tea, yeah (That's a green tea)
I could never quit, the streets need me (Streets know me)
Nigga, I'll pour a four in a Fiji, yeah (In a Fiji)
Water on my neck, this shit leaky
Got a big booty brown bitch, look like Dreezy (Look like Dreezy)
I was in the feds with the stones and the GDs (And the GDs)
Better eat the dick, then I fuck for the freebies, yeah (Skrrt, skrrt)
Catch another charge, I'ma go to trial
Wasn't pussy then, so ain't no pussy in me now
And don't up that lil' thirty, bitch, I got a hundred rounds
Nigga want a verse from me, bitch, I charge
A hundred pounds (I charge a hundred pounds)
Five thousand dollar fit, this Revive drip (This Revive drip)
Go to war 'bout the niggas I survived with (We survived with)
We walk in the jewelry store and just buy shit (We just buyin')
My lil' baby IUR cost me five strips (Cost me five racks)
My lil' baby twenty-one just like my wrist (Just like my wrist)
Lil' baby thick as hell, but she 5'6" (But she five)
Put a sign on the chop that say, "Fire quick" (On the drop)
And Murder Man just came home, he up five hits, nigga (Five hits)
(Iced Up Records)
(And Murder Man just came home, he up five hits)
(And Murder Man just came home, he up five hits)