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All of these niggas they hate me

Bad little bitch she my baby

Creep through the block and im silent

Aim at you niggas you hiding

I'm a bad Nigga bitch im a tyrant

All of my money its pilen

I'm Dripped in fashion im stylin

Next bitch phone I'm dylin

We ain't around and bitch nigga you talkin

Im rolling through and you Optin

Nigga you book it I walk in

me bitch, Christopher Walkin

All of these bad little bitches be stalkin

Going once

Going twice

I really be at the auction

Get what I want theres no off shit

Give me space

Give me space

Freaky nigga mami sit on my face

Eatin the bitch love the way that it taste

Lay on your back and we pick up pace

Put it in deep theres that look on your face

Murder the pussy we makin a tape

Holdin her hip put it in and its safe

Take it out nigga nut her face

Mami she freaky

I said

Mami she Freaky

Brr bow bow bow bow

Mami she need me

I said mami she need me

Brr bow bow bow bow


I'm rolling through and you runnin

You and your niggas they dodgin

Me and my niggas are crip niggas

Holdin the C till the Sun in

Give em two shots For the mandem

Bluwoop  Sun down

Give em this song it's the anthem

Shoot up the block that's a man down

All of your niggas my ops now

Most of them niggas they work for me

Give em the name and it's crossed out

Thats dirty work that's they do for me

50 Ems on your head nigga

Gotta walk here like you cautious

Money out no deposit

Dead body here in closet

We take it out and we bury it

None of you niggas are claiming it

Empty the gun we reloading it

Aim at your crib we unloading it

All of this money be coming im throwing it

Pick it right up and I'm holdin it

All of this heat and I'm burnin it

Couple more bodies I'm earnin it

Mami she freaky

I said

Mami she Freaky

Huh huh Stil Woah

Mami she need me

I said mami she need me

Eight Oh Eight

Eight Oh Eight

Eight Oh Eight

Stil Woah


Crip Nigga thats a killa

Hearing my name give you shiva

Scaring niggas like a thrilla

Eat up your bitch like it's dinna

All of my niggas are real and they realah

Ten to the chest  gorilla

Little baddy named Camilla

Little shawty loves a killa

Little latina bad bitch her name Chika

Chilling right next is Patricia

Then was the twins Matilda and linda

bad little bitch for my niggas


Nigga be runnin his mouth by Seven I have him dead by Eleven

Nigga be praying to god I don't find him, he finna see you in heaven


Bow bow bow

Stil Woah