Dig His Grave
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I almost kicked that bitch in her own crib, I forgot I pulled up in a Uber Phone ringing off the hook that’s just my nigga Scooter Calling me saying He need a hundred M’s Lets Go You know I can get you together, you know I can send this shit overnight just give my little brother the cheddar He put them back on the freeway, told him to come by yourself Ain’t no half step in my step took the work off the shelf And I put it back in the backpack by the steps Just face it you can’t do this shit by yourself Come f*ck with this extraterrestrial I can finesse a professional hoes on my testicles cause I got decimals The disrespect is unacceptable I don’t do nothing unethical sources reputable If you got beef you got turned to a vegetable I like to flex but my schedule ain’t flexible Make him dig his grave though In and out the rental different whips feel like a slave though I just left Rodeo I don’t trick but you can take a picture with this draco We don’t drop no names though, hoes do what I say so Ask em they know we don’t play no games though I go where you can’t go, you might catch a halo Grab the shovel lets go to the field So you a big bad wolf doing all that huffing and puffing F*ck a discussion they stripped you then robbed you in public we seen you on video running I’m running this money machine up it just hit a hundred why niggas can’t keep it one hundred That motion discovery coming they find out you told they gone come for yourself children and women The Pilot announced we just landed in London Its money on every phone keep bread on the books for my mans in the dungeons Knick Knack Paddywack we don’t rock fanny pack money stack in the back of the Cadillac Hoes want to know where the coke and the xannys at Never beef with a nigga that know where your family at I popped a addy she know she a baddie she sent me her addy back She hit a hundred just off of the internet hungry ass f*ck like I haven’t ate dinner yet But I just ate off your plate nigga give me that Yum yum yum yum yum yum yum East Saint louis can’t come where my city at Will put a hole in the middle of yo fitted cap She gave him remy I think that he feeling that now we gone Make him dig his grave though In and out the rental different whips feel like a slave though I just left Rodeo I don’t trick but you can take a picture with this draco We don’t drop no names though, hoes do what I say so Ask em they know we don’t play no games though I go where you can’t go, you might catch a halo Grab the shovel lets go to the field Doing all that huffing and puffing F*ck a discussion they stripped you then robbed you in public we seen you on video running aaaaaahhhhhhh
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