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All you rap niggas my sons you better be lucky I ain't get a abortion

Told bro and them bring me some houses I break them off with a proportion

Bro used to run in them houses fucked up his face card too much extortion

We on the road to the riches just like a race car riding through courses

You the type trip over bitches just cause she gorgeous ain't gotta force it

I got them fat pockets Norbit I get so fly it's like I'm in orbit

I was looking in the sky thought I was gonna die but I wasn't sure of it

Call my plug I need that fire I'm ready to buy I'm trying go to war with it

If I got the open shot bro pass me the roc he know I'm gonna score with it

Triple double now you niggas in trouble too laid back it's time I come out my bubble

Seen alot of blood laid in a puddle 4th and inches had to make it no huddle

Lax I'm almost late for the shuttle you ducking smoke I think your jay full of funnel

No jumping rope I never play never double dutch lot of bands started of with a couple bucks

Shitting on them I think I got the bubble guts switch it up mix it up had to shuffle something

She biting the dick like it's bubble gum since I was a jit I was troublesome

Ready to rumble like afro thunder how you a shooter ain't have no jumper

They left me abandoned while I was stranded side of the road ain't have no jumpers

Ain't have no bread for the tow truck I had to get my little dough up now Ima go up

I keep saying we gonna link I'm spinning bitches got them hoes doing donuts

Middle school said I'm ugly now she on dick now that we grown ups

Got it out the muscle I had to tone up bargain prices then I'm hanging the phone up

On the gram talking like he a killer in person he be changing his tone up

Nah brah I swear it ain't even like that I ain't have my phone I ain't even type that

Sucker nigga put your hands on a female nigga hit you now he ain't trying fight back

These niggas be characters they just remain in disguise

Look at the reaper see pain in his eyes up in the clouds like a plane in the sky

Feds question me then I'm keeping it silent feds question you then you naming the guys

They think you a real one they think you a kill something I know you ain't did nothing you lame in my eyes

My eyes on the prize I ain't changing my mind is you down to ride is you changing my tires

Back in the day I was slanging my iron had the mac and the k ask Snake if I'm lying

Stacking my cake I was taking my time taxing the plates put the racks in the safe

Put your back in your place when them straps in your face real life don't match what his captions say