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Charles Barkley
Young Bull
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Put him on a stretcher
Heavy metal, rock and roll, heavy metal
Nigga
Hit a stick, a nigga put him on a stretcher
All my niggas play with tools, rock and roll, heavy metal
If it ain't about no money, then it ain't up on my schedule
If you can't underdig me, then you better grab a shovel
All these hundreds in a duffel, can't no nigga tell me nothing
Blew a nigga face off for talking crazy in my company
Thirty-two shots, yeah, I'm nicknamed Charles Barkley
In the coupe going crazy, I don't even know how to start it
Put him on a stretcher, better yet, in a coffin
I'm outside every day, niggas never on shit
Boogeyman on your block, mini Drac', I keep a chop
Wockhardt in my cup, sipping on exotic pop
Who's that creeping in a foreign? It's the boogeyman
Sending bullets at his head 'til it fully jam
Only time you was in the bank getting money when you was scamming
Got no blower, you'll get smacked down raw at the Vince McMahon
You niggas ain't really outside, they on Instagram
Ralfy put the blower away, it's just a fan
Like divorce court, we'll split his head
He work security for a bakery, he ain't getting no bread
Bitch, ain't nothing for you to do except give me some head
You can't fuck with me, nigga, you must've bumped your head
Got his bitch in the back seat doing what Ralfy says
None of you hoes was looking for me when I was in jail
The Plug
It's time to give these ho niggas hell
Every hood, the Stincs name ring a bell
I'm walking with the devil, Wock' in the Holy Grail
Niggas say they getting money, I can't tell
Dropping shells, I don't think they gon' try that again
Why these other niggas not going up like OTM?
Got the new school crackin', we the leaders of it
Outside every day with the heater on me, nigga
Chalk zone, block the play and call Charles Barkley
I just shit-bagged him, left him in a porta potty
Flee the scene, we gotta go, I think I hear the Johnnies
I don't know shit about no gun, I'm just a songwriter
Street sweeper, stinkmeaner, do some spring cleaning
Niggas cheerleaders, fags and weird niggas
A bunch of cornballs, nigga, we don't know y'all
Blame Rami, guess I'm cocky, neck roll bouncing
At the edge of the bed with my iPhone
Bucket-ass nigga with my Mikes on
Packing balls like the center in the red zone
Ran out of nuts, she still horny, put my mans on
Friendly motherfucker, every bitch I got is shareable
Last night, I took it overboard, I feel terrible
My mans turned opp, shit, the pain is unbearable
Your rank and my rank is nowhere comparable
Smash her from the back, I'm holding on by her creases
Took a whole bath and changed clothes up in Neiman's
I'm petty, I start smashing on a bitch for no reason
I just chewed two X pills and nobody seen it
I run plays and I run on beats, Willie Beamen
I'm in the field grabbing all these niggas like I'm Revis
I gets nothing but butt head, bitch, I'm Beavis
Can't wait to go to hell so I can mob with all my demons
Blackie
Thank you
Thank you for fucking with me