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(Steve Zidane)
(Renwy got the fuckin' sauce, boy)
Yeah
Ayy
Ayy, ayy
I just put this lil' bad bitch in time-out (Whew)
I press a button, send them killers (Ah, ah, ah), to ya hideout (Ayy)
I ain't just rappin', you gon' fuck around and find out
Catch a nigga lackin' with his bitch tryna dine out (What?)
Yeah, my shirt wrinkled (Ah, ah, ah)
But I still brought that iron out
Beefin' with the kid, I guarantee you's gettin' slimed out
Seventeen, makin' plays, yep, at the Hyatt House (Woah)
Runnin' through these hoes like I play for Cleveland Browns, yeah
Bronem got drums, choppers singin' like the Beatles, yeah (Whew)
I'm all about my green like a Philadelphia Eagle (Yeah)
Caught this nigga lackin', he was sweatin' like a preacher (Ah)
This bitch call me sexy
Just don't know that I'm the reaper (Yeah, ah)
I'm married to Monifah, I sip codeine by the liter (Yeah)
It's Cutthroat La Familia, ask about it, I'm the leader (Yeah)
These niggas act like divas, I just stay up in my lane (Ayy)
I made my first two hunnid racks and went to Johnny Dang (Yeah)
My watch cost a lot even though that motherfucker plain (Woo, ayy)
These niggas talk a lot and they still won't do a thing (Shit)
Ayy, I just left the lot (Skrrt), yup, in the brand new thing (Skrrt)
I can't stop hustlin', baby, this a money train (Let's go)
Don't go against the grain (Grain)
That's playin' with your life (Yeah)
They call me Mr. Glock, introduce yo' ass to Christ (Yeah)
They say you can't afford it if you can't buy it twice (Yeah)
So I went and bought a double-R, aight? (Ayy)
You know I be poppin' my shit, ayy (Whew)
You know I ain't worried 'bout no bitch, ayy (Yeah)
You know I'm too busy gettin' rich, ayy (Yeah)
You know I still keep that blick (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
I just put this lil' bad bitch in time-out (Whew)
I press a button, send them killers to ya hideout, ayy (Ah, ah, ah)
I ain't just rappin', you gon' fuck around and find out
Catch a nigga lackin' with his bitch tryna dine out (What?)
Yeah, my shirt wrinkled (Ah, ah, ah)
But I still brought that iron out
Beefin' with the kid, I guarantee you's gettin' slimed out
Seventeen, makin' plays, yep, at the Hyatt House (Woah)
Runnin' through these hoes like I play for Cleveland Browns, yeah
Runnin' through these hoes like I'm playin' for the Bengals (Yeah)
The bitch look like a angel, but at night turn to a demon (Uh)
My hood bitch got a trick, he look just like William Regal (Yeah)
My lil' bro pullin' stunts
Shootin' shit like Steven Seagal (Baow, baow, baow)
Yeah, I smoke a nigga like a cigar (Baow, baow)
Shoot first, can't let a nigga get one off on me
Yeah, and I put that on me (Ayy)
Put a nigga on a plate,(Ah, ah, ah), eat lunch meat (Yeah)
I just put this lil' bad bitch in time-out (Whew)
I press a button, send them killers to ya hideout, ayy (Ah, ah, ah)
I ain't just rappin', you gon' fuck around and find out
Catch a nigga lackin' with his bitch tryna dine out (What?)
Fya, fya, fya, fya
Glizzock
Yeah