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Mike Diddy produced this shit
These bitches be blowin' me
Claimin' they real, what the f*ck is you showin' me
I'm callin' your phone, you ignorin' me

I know that you creepin, you be out everyday, that's including the weekend
Tryna go through your phone, cause I know that you sneakin
Tryna flip it on me, girl, you know that you tweakin
Tryna lie in my face when I ask for a reason

And this shit gettin' dry, let me add a lil' season
Like, hold on
Get the f*ck out the spot, put your clothes on
I ain't heard from your ass, it's been so long

You think that you slick, but your ass gettin' told on
And they got me started, so I turn the mode on
It was signs being thrown, I caught em
Everything she know, I taught her

That swag, I bought her, did more than her father
The hoe just like a coupe, press the button, I start her
But nigga, I'm self-made
Can't forget about the fact that I'm self-paid

I'm so cool on a bitch like some kool-aid
Put that bread on your top like a motherfuckin' toupee
Put the dick in her mouth, got me feelin' like toothpaste
I be runnin' through beats like a motherfuckin' relay

Put a hoe in the film, had to put it in replay
All this Frost round my neck, got me feelin like Deshae
I can't f*ck with you, nigga, I heard that you cliché
I come from the bottom, you don't want the problem

Push up with them members, hop out with them yoppas
Pop out of the cut, stitch him up like a doctor
Hang his ass by the rope, rest in peace to lil' Proctor
Got nothing but steppers and shooters on my roster
He go kill you for nothing, cause he stay in a foster
Don't you speak on my cousin, cause that shit is gon cost ya
I'm a man on my own, what the f*ck is a father
G-6, I'm geekin

You not a boss, why the f*ck is you speakin'
Wanna thug on the net, why the hell is you tweetin
Hop out on your block with this drum, get to beatin
You not a killer , ya daddy a deacon
How the f*ck I be hidin' when you know where I'm at

You said that it's smoke, you ain't standin' on that
You gon' run up on who, but you better get back
I'ma give him a shout-out
In the club with this stick tryna rock out

And I got the drop, tell him, pop out
My lil nigga a drop out
Pulled up new school, in a drop top
With a bad lil' hoe with a crop top

We bringing the mops out
What the f*ck is a broom
I be shining so hard, I can light up the room
I be high as a bitch, I can pick up the moon

When the f*ck I'ma drop, I keep tellin' them soon
You buggin', I'm thuggin
Slapped the boy in his shit , just for doing that muggin
Boy, you know you a bitch, why the f*ck is you clutchin'

I can look in your eye, you ain't ready to bust it
Got some blood on my shoe, cause this shit can get bloody
Uh, uh, shit can get bloody
Uh, look at my shoe, they bloody

Uh, nigga, you know that I'm thuggin
Bitch, niggas cant  f*ck with me
Uh, uh, uh, bitch, niggas f*ck with me

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