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(Intro)
I it's simple
Can't wit us

[Verse 1 : Lil
I got on yo head
I don't do my work
I cut off my hands, I don't even the work
I pray niggas don't fuck with me
And I don't to curse in church
And my bitch' taste just like Mrs. Butterworth's
I mean that, believe
Don't be with that work nigga
We find out yo ho work nigga
We follow your moms from church
You gonna have to swallow yo pride a thirst quencher
Tune
I don't really fuck with certain niggas
Fuck all yall niggas, except my
These niggas backwards
Check ya rear-view and your side mirrors
OG kush my mind clearer
That choppa get yo right
I got 2 choppas chopsticks
Eat yo block up like shrimp rice
Been so long since I my eyes white
You I smoke like dry ice
stay in yo lane or get sideswiped
It's down, let me straighten up and fly right
can't turn a ho into a housewife
Man it's some things will never change
You ain't got a shot in a gun
These chumps ain't even got chump
Uh yea, and don't with me, you know I'm Gotti
Check before I sign it
Yea, I'm on these niggas, no horizon
Yea, and going down if I'm her pilot
Uh, my new car is so
My new is so provided
talks, yours like no comment
Black car, racial profiling, rest in to Christopher Wallace
Eagle like the Mojave
I get my from Rico Suave uh
a Rollie if I got time on my hand
You see me broke? Write on my cast
Boy my weed so good I cry when it's
Had a phone in jail, that's a
Yea, I'm bout to buy a
We drink it all, leave clean cups, make look like speed bumps
I'm sittin on some train
Hopin' that bitch up
I'm these niggas, roll my sleeves up, yea
I got bad bitches on standby, all my hoes got cat
Celebrate when a rat die, make a nigga fall like he getting baptized
Put me in a hospital room, full of flat
I'm Lee immortal
My name ringing, my name ringin, hello may I take yo
I say...
over testimony
Got so shit built up you could smell it on me
Fuck all y'all niggas in nigga
Ain't free round here but Willy, nigga
Ak-47, call it Mr.
All my niggas blood, yo syringe
his head off, put it in the fridge
Try not to mistake that shit for

2 : T.I.]
Hey let me introduce you nigga to America
Every nigga round with me a tote
Sadity like a nigga Tune on the low
just be like 10 and be doing the most
Okay, Tune in the jet flyin the boat
I'm on the way the Panama, I got a few on the boat
What you make a year; I could do with the blow
You keep on playin with me, bet put a few in you ho
The fate of a fuck nigga, we to see
These niggas as perfume to me
I mean really cartoon to me
Ain't nobody fuckin with and me
Gang, bang green, in God we trust
Young Money Cash Money, they with us
I got a bitch who want yo bitch, you give the ho up
And don't shawty listen, you don't really know us
We a bust a nigga head, leave him layin for
I get with a banger, I'ma lay in the feds
In gen pop every day in the feds
I was on the yard, really going hard
And these pussy niggas feelings over broads
King pussy nigga but I'm like a god
A nigga, bank head I'm about it
Everybody "to fuck with me cuz I got it"