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Nigga, yeah, uh don't wanna talk if it ain't bout a fuckin' load, nigga

Come and shop, bitch, we got highs and them lows, nigga

Back and forth, I fell in love with that Road, uh

I can't tell you how many Oz I done sold, uh

Nigga, it's straight cereal milk in these bowls, uh

Nigga run up, he get done up, that's for sure, ayy

I keep my gun up like my cousin and lil' bro, uh

I ain't the one that beef with, bout these bitches, that's a no, uh

I ain't the one that come through tweakin', get your car blowed

Niggas tweakin' on the net, they pussy, niggas not bold

This bitch gifted with the net, she left with a snotty nose

She let a nigga get in that pussy and I did what I supposed

I supposed, cause they keep actin' hard, they cash gettin' low

They hit the lights up on them police cars, my ass gettin' ghost

All my niggas walkin' around the ridge, yeah, I miss that shit the most

Like LeBron, I dunk on niggas, bitch, I text shit coast to coast

Broke my heart just like a bitch when I seen one of my niggas told

Niggas claim they shootin' shit, then get any bang outs and they fold

Thinkin' bout' tryin' to throw a fit and we gon' change em like some clothes

I ain't even know this bitch, I fucked her, left her to the bros

In Miami with the Zoes , I was on that hoop and shit, but bitch, I switched to the poles

Boy, you smokin' dookie shit, this shit I smoke, fuck up your nose

I don't walk no hoochie, bitch, she keep talkin' bout Gucci fits

Keep on tellin' me she love me, must be on some stupid shit

I tell all my bitches I love them, so you must not be my bitch

I got love for all of my brothers, I'm just hopin' they don't switch

But I know they'll never go out like that other nigga did

Niggas try to run any spot, do em just like Gucci did

She keep tryin' to get with the squad, tryin' to get a booty did

Bitch, my brother beat the odds and came back like Boosie did

He don't want the newest Glock, he popped out the newest sig

And my city kirked out, they beggin' for a juicy cig

Get a nigga burnt out, we pop out and blow his wig

Before I give it to you niggas, I let my girl hold the blick

Gotta give it to my mama owe her the world plus some more shit

Do this shit for grandma, out the whole fam, I'm the oldest

Niggas don't take care of they fam, but they claimin' they got motion

I don't give a fuck about the gram in real life ya ass bogus

They had left like 50 rounds, still drop the clip and then reloaded

All they heard was, bam, that's a switchey fully loaded

Bitch, you in that station makin' statements, I heard that you wrote it

Bitch, you in that station makin' statements, I heard that you told it

While you was goin' up on that bid , I seen your bitch, she road it

I step all on these niggas, treat em like some rodents

Treat em like some rodents

I can't go out like that nigga, he switched on his homies