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Tell me how you want it Ni**a, Hard or Soft?
My doors up, and you know my roof is off
Thick bi**h wit me & you know her top is off
I aim at yo top, then I knock it off
And if you holdin Ni**a ima snatch yo pockets off
You ain't gone let me f**k? Bi**h knock it off
You better use yo head before I knock it off
Sellin dope, bi**h I'm in the trap gettin this profit off
My prices real low, cuz I knocked it off
Choppa hit that Ni**a, he get found wit his socks off
Ima cool Ni**a, but I'm hotter than some hot sauce
Pull up on the opps block, then we let Glocks off
I'm back in the trap house, I gotta get my rocks off
These Ni**as so bozo they keep poppin thots off
Let a Ni**a try some f**k shi*
And ima show him that I ain't the one to f**k with
We don't like them Ni**as, always on some tough shi*
We invite bi**hes in mansions to suck dick
17 shots in this Glock, ion need no stick
Cuz it's about 200 shots in this one whip
F**k Ni**a whats the hold up?
These big bankrolls don't fold up
I punch a Ni**a in his eye till it close up
Hunnit shots in the kel tec & it fold up
If he don't pay on that payday, ima go nuts
We all in yo f**kin gang way with them Cobras
I was in the cell, broke as hell eatin cold cuts
Rollin hard off the ecstasy & I couldn't nut
We take yo life, choppa with the knife we be cuttin up
Playin cards, I need one mic, you would think I'm Naz
Free all my Ni**as, gotta live life behind bars
I grew up around killers shooting Ni**as off handle bars
All my Ni**as on some gang shi*
So you better watch who the f**k you hang with
Red tape cuz my Ni**as love to paint shi*
No face or no case I say can't shi*
I hit the bank and I count figures
Gotta watch for these opp Ni**as
Cuz Ni**as out to get me
So I got this Nina Ross with me
You pillow talk to hoes, it don't fit me
You don't really love me, bi**h you can't trick me
When we catch a homicide, you hear sirens
Cuz all my Ni**as wildin, they violent
We snuck all our poles in the club
And if a Ni**a mug then you know it go up
I'm a rockstar Ni**a, and we do hit speeds on cop cars Ni**a
F**k Ni**a, what's the hold up?
You say you wit it, you gon have to show us
Travel with unlimited Glocks on this tour bus
They all ears now, they used to ignore us
And you can't name a Ni**a that's gon extort us
Them hollowtips hit yo whip it's gone blow up
I make a bi**h suck my d*ck til she throw up
Choppa hit his ass, leave him like a white bi**h wit no butt
Tires burn, I'm in the foreign doin donuts
Bullets burn, boy you gon learn if you try us
A big worm f**k up a perm, I give no f**ks
I confirm, bi**h I'm the plug, I need intern
Ridin with this mac on me, that's a 50 shot
Hit the block, wack a opp even tho the cops hot
I done made a whole lotta money out this crock pot
I pulled up on him wit my juvy out now his block hot, block hot


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