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(Pussy nigga against me) Pussy nigga get flipped Pussy nigga get fried AMG in my whip AMG I might slide Put this ho inside a track She ain't want to ride in mine And these niggas they be cap And they niggas they be lying He ain't been inside the trap He ain't seeing niggas dying And my nigga never lack Keep it on him at all times Send me the addy i'm fucking his whore, pulled up on brodie he prayed to the lord I took his ho but I ain't want to do it, nigga talk crazy we hitting his core He got a vest so we aim for the neck, damn my ho freaky she getting undressed Don't give a fuck bout the set that he rep, if he talk crazy we leaving him dead Painted the walls, now a nigga see red Ice on my neck but a nigga bleeding How I'm in the stu with a nigga cheifing Really hope you don't give me a reason Young nigga making plays off Reesen Young nigga making plays off Prize-Picks Riding round town with a fucking heater Riding round town with a real bad bitch Scamming niggas off of tele Took his money I ain't tell him Man these niggas they ain't ready Off the wall but they ain't read him Hop out the car and I scared him Hop out the car he deserve it Im on the telly I played him That nigga pockets they hurting Yeah, yeah pussy nigga against me Yeah, yeah, pussy nigga get flipped Pussy nigga get fried AMG in my whip AMG I might slide Put this ho inside a track She ain't want to ride in mine And these niggas they be cap And they niggas they be lying He ain't been inside the trap He ain't seeing niggas dying And my nigga never lack Keep it on him at all times Walk In the function with two twins, walk in the party i'm lit Got two phones got two sims, still won't call that bitch Got two ho's got two twins, still can't top my bitch I don't need no new friends, cooling where I is Did this shit with two hands, crawled up out that ditch, Young nigga with big plans, Im tryna get rich Posted on that block with them but I ain't hit that lick Posted on that block with them but I ain't sell that shit Cap a nigga might've did I might sold a lil sum I ain't smoking no cig But I smoke a lil sum Get the fuck out my business You don't know what I'm on Do this shit for my kids, and I ain't even got none Huh Huh, can't play that hook Man that bitch she cooked I done came through, leave that nigga shook Im moving crazy, don't do what I should And that's my lady, took her out the hood Bitch I'm fucking lit, these niggas can't hang Bitch I'm off that shit, I rock Helmut Lang Selling fucking dope, he tryna get by Said a cash-counter, she asked what's my sign