90044 (feat. Jaay2euce)

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Domo

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I might die off the lean, who knows Baby girl, you a hoe, how I know, I just know
She want me to come without no gun, I can't go
And my shooter, he a rasta, he be playin' with his nose
My lil' brother, he be playin' with the hoes

I got green in my pocket and my shit can't fold
I got money, watch your bitch get low
I ain't never wrote a song, I ain't never wrote a note
I ain't never snatched on a nigga

To make a nigga get in trouble, I ain't never been a victim
I'll get you gone, I ain't playin' with no nigga
I'm lyin' and my rap is none of shit, it's official
Bitch, I'm ballin' in the O, like Kyrie

I just made 6,000 for no reason, just last week
I just beat a nigga ass, he had bad reads
My bitch every cheat up on me, she get her ass beat
Then I find another one

I just threw the Glock up in the ocean, bought another one
Fucked a bitch 17 times, she want another one
Bought a Pailin, f*ck that nigga, I want another one
I flew hundreds, next to Washington Heights

I was really robbin' niggas, back then I was barely 5'2
Bitch said he tried to kill a nigga, why you lie, dude
Nigga want the pay, I found his house and dropped five nukes
9-0-0-4-4, the zip code

I f*ck the shit up out the lil' bitch and now the bitch gone
Don't ever trust a fuckin' bitch, that's the bro code
Lil' child, hella racist, put you down like it's Hulk Hogan
I be sippin' Triciana, but I like more than

Lil' nigga runnin' niggas down with a big 40
And I know you layin' down cause your bitch told me wrong
Nigga hit him, gotta do it, he got some bust tokens
Okay nigga, use your head, they get bust open

I can't even kiss up on this bitch cause I bust on it
I can't even kiss up on this bitch cause I bust on it
If it's really beef, I get the low, f*ck the internet
We be tryin' to slide, f*ck the dissin', we ain't into that

40 with a B, throw some bullets at your fetty cat
Talkin' like a shooter, but we knowin' he ain't livin' that
Chocohold a hundred, I up it and all my bitches spend it
Been to get the bust and I promise I came from nothing

In the party and I'm crushin', the 40 go get the jump
And we catch him, we smoke his cousin, you niggas ain't really thuggin' him
I ain't never in the field, but it sound good
Baby Drake got the curl clip with the brown wood

Do it on my own, niggas tryna f*ck the style, yeah
Y's see me throwin' Y's, bitch, we finna f*ck the town up
Heard your man got his chain snapped, come get your lick back
30 and 40, we catch him out and get his shit cracked

And if I wanted, I'd take it and you would never get your shit back
We ain't doin' no slidin', so why they talkin' bout some get back
Hmm, tell him checks go
Play a roller, you can hit the road cause I don't check hoes

Choppin', leavin' holes in his body like where his chest go
Slidin' with some Glockies and choppers, I want a tech though
On the gang, I want a tech, nine, two, four, six
Dead homies know I don't polo

Nigga got a nine, think he steppin', I got a four, five
I don't know him, but he hangin' with the opps, so they gon' both die

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