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Yeah, by the way, we blood brothers
Yeah, kill a mothafucka
Shedidia, doobie, doobie, doobie, doobie
Boy, I ain't playin' with a nigga

Yeah, I'm gettin' money
So what the f*ck you sayin', lil' nigga
First of all, I wanna tell my mama that I made it
I ain't talkin' bout my real mother, talkin' bout my mama, yeah, Mercedes

That's gon' make a lot of niggas mad, but I don't give a f*ck, cause I am crazy
On the daily, better pay me for reactions
Pow, pow, pow, they like, what happened
Number loud, that's what we passin'

You gettin' too loud, that's when we blastin'
Do the math, we out here cashin'
Spent a lot of money on this Rolex
Hold throwin' ass, nigga, hold that

I go to war, nigga, don't sweat
You go to war, don't come back
Nigga in the whip, don't own that
I'm in the whip, I own it

Pull out the dick, she own it
Whole lotta shit, whole lotta shit, I'm on it
I wanna get to the bonus
So I'm in the streets to the money

I gotta get to the money
Nigga, you wanna be me, nigga, down it
Don't think about your woman
She make the dick, come on it

You call in, fuckin' up the moment
But alright then, GB, that's my right hand
I'm prepared to die then, if you go excite him
We been at tight end, all our life been fightin'

This is, you should mind it
I mean, you should mind yours
I been in her hydrant
Hi, I need the visin'

Your face be in my high beam
They hate to see the nice thing, so I keep up the buy-in
That slut creates a crime scene
That's her brother, now she cryin'

Rude boy, the mother should guide me
Sold a couple drugs and then I started rappin'
Last nigga ran me down, you know it ain't that tragic
Made a pussy disappear, now you can say it's magical

Since the day I told my daddy I would make it happen
Rollin' blunts back to back, I'm laced with one of em
Hittin' bitches back to back, but ain't no lovin' em
They askin' where I'm at because I'm duckin' em

Ain't no cuffin' em, ain't no trustin' em
I'ma show her both balls and make her accept em
Shorty nothin' like I'm all she's so affectionate
These other niggas farts ain't so irrelevant

I'm somethin' like a dog, I want a relative
And I can make a couple cars and have a better bitch
I'm talkin' royal type of thing, a Cinderella chick
The type, the one, the type of nigga that can sell a brick

The type, the one, the type of nigga that can mellow zip
Now I can finally buy designer talk in real fashion
Gucci denim, throw a fleece on with my thriller jacket
Any nigga want to smoke, then we can get it crackin'

I'm a blood, you know I mean that, we can get it brackin'
Another city, you won't catch me and there ain't no lackin'
Fake Gucci could've sworn you had a rental jacket
Gucci down, Versace down, ain't no Louis fabric

I'm a gangster, only 20, I don't do no cappin'
But alright then, GB that's my right hand
I'm prepared to die then, if you go excite him
We been at tight end, all our life been fightin'

This is you should mind it, I mean you should mind yours
I've been in her hydrant, how y'all need to vice it
Your face be in my high beam, they hate to see the nice thing
So I keep up the buy-in, that slut creates a crime scene

That's her brother, now she cryin'
Rude boy, the mother should guide him
Sold a couple drugs and then I started rappin'
Last nigga ran me down, you know we in the truck

Made a pussy disappear, now you can say it's magic
Since the jit I told my daddy I would make it happen
Since the jit I told my daddy I would make it happen
Since the jit I told my daddy I would make it happen

To my granny and my mama, ain't no cappin'
Since the jit I told my daddy I would make it happen

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