Wayans Bros.
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Telling the truth to these niggas that's squaring up
Go to the booth, I'ma give 'em the word
Pimping and preaching, my hair in a perm
The city on fire, I don't care if it burns
Bought me a Glock just to shoot at the cops
I took the baddies right with me to shop
Heckler and Koch on the lap by her WAP
Coming so rude, I could cancel out top
I make your boo wanna dance when I drop
Lots on my mind, I can't make up my mind
Whipping R10 with her head on my cock
I can't make up my mind, they keep banging my line
No key, in the drop, new whip, new Glock
I had to give her the string and the knot
The Benji gon' kill you in case you forgot
Chasing them hoes, go and chase you a knot
All of this weed, all of this crop
Fuck, swear, all of the cock
Flexing for pictures, just me and my niggas
Rewatch, try get us the bid
The venom, we skrrt, we slide
Jet get jamming, where I live, Jet Li
New place, with her, we scrape, we speed
Drip me, let it, fuck you, fuck me
Fuck it up, fuck it up
Hate lil' bruh with the opp, he cut like Sean
I don't care what the verdict, that box would drop
Just act what you want and leave me alone
Too many blondes, too many songs
Too many deads 'cause niggas is hoes
Fed off the Act', said Jet take the MAC
Light the wood, nigga, know where you at
Fuck what you at, black on black
That bitch a jet, get on deck, cut up that pack
Everybody black, diamond and black
Click, what? This shit a gat, what?