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Ya'll Can'T *Uck With Da Figgas
Major Figgas
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Uh, y'all can't, y'all won't, y'all can't
Y'all won't, y'all can't, y'all won't
Y'all can't fuck with the figures
Whether we right, nigga, whether we wrong
If it's beef, bring it on, nigga
Y'all can't fuck with the figures
Whether we right, nigga, whether we wrong
If it's beef, bring it on, nigga
Y'all can't fuck with the figures
Whether we right, nigga, whether we wrong
If it's beef, bring it on, nigga
Y'all can't fuck with the figures
Whether we right, nigga, whether we wrong
If it's beef, bring it on
I'm sayin' y'all niggas, ain't fuckin' with the figures
And y'all bitches dream about fuckin' with the figures
Rock a Coppertone Caddy, me and a couple niggas
Before 2000, I'm jumpin' in somethin' bigger
We all know Spado, be rollin' with some sick guys
Flood the strip with whipped pies
Q45s with the trick fives, and mack 'til we die
Player, that's my game plan, guts of the range tan
Mama, I'm a changed man
Forgive me for my sins
But I'm tryna cop this Benz
For me and my mens
To spend the ends
And leave all the thugs green with envy
Allah, I'll take a slug to see my team with some benji
These cats is the only thugs when they drink Alie and Henny
I catch 'em out back and act rowdy with the semi
You 'bout to bring your pennies, player, it's on
Ace of Spade, check the arm, and melt 'til I'm gone
Now if it's beef, let it be, if it's drama, let it be
Another nigga to the streets, better him instead of me
A young nigga known for disrespectin' a cat
I carry bisexual gats, fuck him and hers
Last year, we done it all, nigga, gems and furs
Every day dress code, gats, Timbs and birds
Look, what can I say? Player, I got a passion
For findin' other niggas' stashes
Whether the ceilin' or the mattress, I'm checkin' it out
Playin' with my cash get you a TEC in your mouth
M-Dot to the F, hop in the stretch and we out
I don't know how niggas rap with ten dicks in they mouth
It's needin' to stop, aim the beam after I cock
A lot of bitches gon' cry at the sight of me locked
A lot of niggas gon' die if they the cause of me pop
I spit this, I spit that, the endin' you slop, bitch
Y'all can't fuck with the figures
Whether we right, nigga, whether we wrong
If it's beef, bring it on, nigga
Y'all can't fuck with the figures
Whether we right, nigga, whether we wrong
If it's beef, bring it on, nigga
Tryin' move hoes and white lines, control the night time
Seen more death in a day than you seen in your lifetime
Y'all play with guns, I stay with guns
Spray and slay with guns
Like, "Damn, another day, look what the AK done"
Rolex, kin to none, friend to some
On the dope side, player? We weigh it in tons
On the hope side, player? Soon the end'll come
My hood's no palace, niggas' hearts full of malice
Could care less what a murder trial is, mine's childish
They guns .22, mine's 9s and they silenced
Niggas lie about they riches, cry about they bitches
Drought come, they whip shit, I don't feel
Doubt all this fiction that's not real
He squeal, we kill, as far as the will
See, the Benz overweight, got friends who overweight
Shot friends overweight, plotted on friends who overate
We will not starve
I hear a lot of disrespect from off the streets
These niggas ain't satisfied until they off they feet
I close caps fuckin' with B. Johnson
Attitude with heat, I squeeze like Chuck Bronson
Loved me when I was broke, hate me because I'm shinin'
Rimmed up, gemmed up, five in the bezel
You niggas ain't on my level
Rowdy, but these guns keep you calm and settled
I palm the metal, distribute slugs to haters
MF, what's the comparison? Plugs to players
Like Lugz to gators, I'm hot, bitches feel me now
I guess that's why they baby fathers wanna kill me now
Got niggas in sunny shore, better stop and think
Back door, run in your kitchen, put your top in the sink
Y'all can't fuck with the figures
Whether we right, nigga, whether we wrong
If it's beef, bring it on, nigga
Y'all can't fuck with the figures
Whether we right, nigga, whether we wrong
If it's beef, bring it on, nigga
First Lady, what you thought of, put the gun in you cats
Blow and grow in niggas' faces, keep a bundle with that
N.B. bitch, I know you bitches want my spot
Givin' 'em hell in the drop, hell from the rock
Hell from the Glock, who the hell wanna stop?
Can't you tell what I got? I'm a major bitch
And for this paper, you can catch me in some major shit
Las Vegas, craps table, nigga, major chips
I'm the bombest, and keep in mind, I got a ballin' squad
Six seat trucks, nigga, so we all can ride
I used to sell you niggas dreams, but I'm livin' this shit
Hundred thou', that crib, with legitimate chips
I stacked it now, Prada closet, packed it down
Full length mink coat with a platinum crown
Cinderella shit, glass top, flashy gown
A fuckin' queen talkin' 'cause I live in Texas now
Uh, yo, we come from late nights
Pacin' the street, laced with the heat
Runnin' up and down the block, niggas racin' to eat
Tables turned, two G's, me and Ace in a Jeep
Iced the bracelet, the bezel band facin' the piece
Players on top facin' defeat, take a seat
I run over tracks, y'all be chasin' the beat
Plus I attack when I'm takin' the leap
And we all know, I got the type of flow that could wake the deceased
.44 Blow, cops find you facin' your seat
Passenger side, Your Honor, he was askin' to die
These niggas be spittin' lies about whippin' these pies
Truth is, you ain't never sit in the 5
My dogs carry big guns, quick to give it to wives
If no guns exist, shit, give it with knives
Bitches, titties and thighs make it hard to sleep
Drop the price on the coke, make it hard to eat
Slidin' down on South Beach with stars for weeks
In the Taj Hotel, nigga, largest suite
Y'all can't fuck with the figures
Whether we right, nigga, whether we wrong
If it's beef, bring it on, nigga
Y'all can't fuck with the figures
Whether we right, nigga, whether we wrong
If it's beef, bring it on, nigga
Y'all can't fuck with the figures
Whether we right, nigga, whether we wrong
If it's beef, bring it on, nigga
Y'all can't fuck with the figures
Whether we right, nigga, whether we wrong
If it's beef, bring it on, on, on
What y'all niggas think? Uh
My real niggas, all my MF niggas that was down from day one
Y'all feel me, you know what I'm sayin'?
They can't fuck with us, nobody, nowhere, no time, no place, nigga
We bring it to you motherfuckers
Fuck outta here, nigga
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