Lyrics:
I dont give a f*** who dont like me
Who wanna fight me
Who got tension
Who speaking on me
Yall bitches are just mad
Like I said I dont give a fuck
Hopin' that it don't get shut
By these police makin' raids on those of us who know what's up
My lil' uzi weighs a ton, man, I truly ain't the one
My
automatic triggers
Now step up nigga
We bustin slugs until we go
Strike up the teflon protectin me death for any nigga wanna see us go
[lil gotti]
I'm a mobb
Chanel)
Wanna spend it all on you, baby (Lil' Twist, Lil' Chuckee)
My room is the G-spot (and young Lloyd, ayy)
Call me Mr. Flintstone I can make your
and get you a sip of this brandy
Let me think a size off of what I can see
You musta been eatin' by grannies
'Cause that ass lookin' phat in them panties
letters
See, I'm a nigga that'll always give thanks, I'm friends with a couple bank tellers
They let me skip lines at the bank, they call me Mr. Kirk
hit one of your friends and
It's some black tubes
Yeah, call Mr gun Knife Lanez
I call me Mr "Damn He Done Fucked My Dame"
It's lil' nigga that you
Eliminate The Possibility
That To Be An E-M-C-E-E
Is Not A Threat To Society
Say Step By Step
Stride By Stride
I Know The Young Ladies Would Like To Ride
If
still hit 'em, and see inside where the chill bit 'em
With heat provided by a lil' rhythm
I seek to guide whoever's grippin for wisdom, I'll do what I
Or reload, reload everybody lookin' at me like a hero
When I kill a demon lesser than zero
See no, evil within it, I'm a killer and I'm bigger than Deebo
He
niggas copy, wanna be me egos growing off the meter
And i can never cuff a skeezer i just beat it then i leave her
Shawty feening throw it back and imma
Zone out, with Sean Combs and bizzy-bone out (I see you in the club)
And by one, I'm gettin' thrown out
Mami, got her toes out, ain't one army can
just a lil' ouchie I know she'll goose me
Ain't him if he ain't me he a tooty fruity
Told her she can't hang with a Zoe turnt Judy Moody
Aye how you
children could see I'm the shrine for the fucking blind
Vietnam mama ball her son know nuthin but raw
Whom tattoos the boy choose
I'm winnin by 4 steps
can ya feel me
It's Mr. Shadow and I'm known to explode
Like a box of C-4 when I bust at a show
I have shown that I'm down to breaking it down like
the last one
I know you got them Daisy Dukes on
I just wanna see you slide them off
Mrs. Parker can I chill in yo driveway
Mrs. Parker can I chill in yo car
my friend of violence
i fear the silence
the noise leaves me noid
but i still have to try it
hooked by denyin
addicted to lyin
cheatin two timin
im
cook up
They like “Ouuu, thats Mr. Beretta?”
Everybody wanna be me
Lil' shawty said I’m nice with my fingers
How I move 'em, like I’m Stevie (Gang!)
can't be around
I'm tryna catch me a what outta bounds
I'm tryna catch me a who, he a clown
See a opp, flock around
That bitch a slut, she thot around
me to unload
So I flip into my mode and rhyme long like a road
See, I drop the greats like clumsy waiters drop plates
I got rhymes by the crates
(Yea!)
Tell me why they always wanna play you?
(Jah Bless, yuh see mi now)
Tell me why they always wanna play you?
Hello Mrs. Officer
Why can't dem
(Yea!)
Tell me why they always wanna play you?
(Jah Bless, yuh see mi now)
Tell me why they always wanna play you?
Hello Mrs. Officer
Why can't
Nigga holla at your boy
See I think y'all see the similarities now
Me and Nicki we both like money
We both run the streets, and our haters
Oh
Bad lil mama from the 3-5-2
Who that is
It's me boo
Don’t punch no clock
So I got time
And don’t look to hard
Cause this nigga is mine
Hate you
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