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Aye, Vee, light 'em up
Ooh, catch a nigga slippin' like a Great White
Creepin' through the backdoor
Make yo' front lawn yo' gravesite
These niggas bitches and I hate dykes
That choppa got a dick on it like I'm supportin' gay rights (Goddamn)
Nigga
Catch a bullet like you Jay Wright
This shotgun gon' make a nigga move back
Nigga, these ain't prop guns
You fuck around, get blew back
That nigga actin' like he smokin' gas but it's boof pack
My nigga, we don't do that
He got a strap but he could lose that
Lil' Brody pull up, take it from you like
"Aye, we can use that" (Shit)
The bitch just keep on talkin' out her mouth when she can use that
If hoes came with remotes when she spoke
I'd mute that
They don't like how I be talkin', I don't like to talk
Now outline his body with holo-tips
I ain't like to chalk
Big six hundred dollar shoes, she like to walk
Knew she was a hoe, she in them heels
But run like Marshall Faulk
We the same color but you can get killed like my name Adolf
Your brother is a snitch but when you see that shit
Your name Ray Charles
Niggas hoes, nah, niggas bitches
Niggas actin' like they dogs
It ain't no discrimination
We'a shoot it out with the law (Fuck the opps)
Nigga, we shoot it out with the law
The way the pistol bust, you won't be wrong to say I'm gettin' all
I ain't gon' give no fuck 'cause if I do I gotta get involved
My nigga called
"What's the deal foo' shit?"
Aye, aye, not shit, niggas on the opp list
Niggas pocket watching
Better watch who you go shop with
Get a nigga nailed with a black Glock, it's gothic
I be lost without you, baby
Sing it to that bitch like Rob Thicke (Aye, Vee, light 'em up)
I'm praying to my gun, not to God
Nigga, if I ever hired you to do my work for me
You'd be fired
'Cause I need what I desire
People sleep but they ain't tired
Oh, these niggas must be high
Wipe away them crusty eyes
He a lie, and he saying that he not
Lock him up, throw the key away
These niggas squares or someone box 'em up (Nigga)
I never been surprised by a bitch that let me fucked
I'd be more surprised if a nigga caught me down than let me up
Aye, close that back door, nigga
Better keep it shut
Suppressor on my shits, so niggas know I'm finna keep it hushed
I'm headlining the show, the promoter know I keep it tucked
'Cause it ain't going up, not in this club, bitch I'm heatin' up
Nigga, aye, boom without the shakalaka (Boom)
Nigga must've thought I was a stain, now I gotta mop you
You can't speak on Jocc and switch the topic
Boy, I gotta pop you
Nigga better take care of his son
Before he ain't got a father (Aye, Vee, line 'em up)
Burner on me, it's a near reach
Hoe, I got the lavas
Bitch, I know it's hot
This ain't no beanie, this a Balaclava (Stupid)
Baby, this some three hundred dollar jeans I'm ashing on
I'm passing on her friend
I her- I told her to go pass it on (Go tell that bitch)
Ooh, catch a nigga slippin' like a Great White
Creepin' through the backdoor
Make yo' front lawn yo' gravesite
These niggas bitches and I hate dykes
That choppa got a dick on it like I'm supportin' gay rights (Ah, nah)
Nigga
Catch a bullet like you Jay Wright
This shotgun gon' make a nigga move back (Get the fuck on)
Nigga, these ain't prop guns
You fuck around, get blew back
That nigga actin' like he smokin' gas but it's boof pack
(Aye take that shit away from me)
Aye, Vee, light 'em up
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