Baq2Raq
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Brrt, brrt, yeah
Yeah, niggas know what the fuck goin' on
Zoo Gang or no gang, 2-6-12 shit, bitch
Free all the guys, nigga
I say
He keep goin' back to the 'Raq, the beef ain't done
I'm losin' my shit slowly, ain't been right without my drugs
Can't get tied up with these hoes, I can't tell if it's lust or love
She fuckin' for funds, I'm fuckin' for fun
Your bitch is a ho, that bitch fuckin' for nun'
I think niggas been fakin' the beef, been leavin' the crib without my gun
Even though niggas gon' give us a hard time, we been sweepin' shit under the rug
He talk all of that tough Tony shit, knowin' his ass gon' run
Your bitch look like Snoop Dogg, nigga, it look like you fuckin' a stud
Just a update on my pockets, on beef, boy, that shit fat
Just a update on my bitch, oh yeah, I left but I came back
Just a update on me and DThang, if I ain't fuck, he cracked
Just to update y'all on how I'm livin', lil' Chief still big slatt
I say
He keep goin' back to the 'Raq, the beef ain't done
I'm losin' my shit slowly, ain't been right without my drugs
Can't get tied up with these hoes, I can't tell if it's lust or love
She fuckin' for funds, I'm fuckin' for fun
Your bitch is a ho, that bitch fuckin' for nun'
One of my hoes just called my phone like, "You outside today?"
Fuck it, I'm tryna go pull with BabyChief, you finna get fried today
Kit up a Scat, tryna make new packs and pass that bitch to twin
One got took for a Glock, and then for a chop', I'm tryna go take me a SIG
I like blowin' a style, go get wild and shoot to the land
I can't give you shit, if you ain't no snake, don't do no flukey friends
Plug pulled up with a pound, it's took, he move, I'm sparkin' this Gen
One nigga makin' me mad, I'm comin' out lows, come out throwin' shots at his wig
You hang with the opps, you gon' die with them niggas, no, you was not part of the clan
One false move, one nigga look at me wrong, make God forgive my sins
Take shit down for real, we don't ask questions, put your ass right in the lid
DThang the ace, he go to swingin' a Drac', shorty ass make shit disappear
I say
He keep goin' back to the 'Raq, the beef ain't done
I'm losin' my shit slowly, ain't been right without my drugs
Can't get tied up with these hoes, I can't tell if it's lust or love
She fuckin' for funds, I'm fuckin' for fun
Your bitch is a ho, that bitch fuckin' for nun'
We get to flippin' and rippin' shit up, them boys better call for help
Layin' unlimited belt, if you get caught, get put on a shelf
Brand new Track, this bitch so fast I damn near killed myself
And I ain't doin' all that fightin', if you wanna box, you better go steal yourself
He had died off a Perc', he should've been smart, the reason he lost his health
And I ain't give credit to none of my opps, guaranteed they ass get nailed
We in the summer, might just pop out the Hummer, boy, who the fuck just checked?
(We in the summer, might just pop out the Hummer, boy, who the fuck just checked?)
I say
He keep goin' back to the 'Raq, the beef ain't done
I'm losin' my shit slowly, ain't been right without my drugs
Can't get tied up with these hoes, I can't tell if it's lust or love
She fuckin' for funds, I'm fuckin' for fun
Your bitch is a ho, that bitch fuckin' for nun'