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I know some lil' niggas that cream
That pop a bitch on and we ain't talkin' bout twerk team
Shootin' up cribs porches to smokescreens
smoking nightmares chasin' her pipe dream
Hard to give advice behind the mind of the
So his limits have ceilings cause his pop behind
School become a meal
Streets become a thrill
Same pa paid he gon' pay a cheap deal
Hourglasss empty but he for a refill
Revolver breakdancin, yeah he make that windmill
he's just a psycho in the city in the Chrysler
Everybody livin' spiteful nigga just to ice you
So we livin' hostile just to cop Aeropostale
Mafia, for a lil' Hollister
Gotta get his up
So we hit the game
Lost all his re-up, now he rob the dice
violation call his ass the son of Satan
Got these old niggas scared like it's crystal and Jason
Cause they been cases they ain't tryna go back
Fresh meat up on the he give a fuck about that
Snatchin' Carti's downtown wear 'em same week
Tryna get the bitches on the same damn street
Rob a ho ass at the same damn time
At the same damn time, at the same damn
Cause gremlins

He just wanna smoke some
And with some hoes at the mall
For that shit, he it all
Baby face and all, my nigga gotta ball, lil' nigga gotta ball
Run up on you where that at
Fuck after that
Lean in that cup
Lil screwed up
Pop a nigga
And he don' nigga
You do it in the song, he do it for nigga
And all his OGs is dead or in prison
Scared to talk to him like, fuck it won't listen
shit, thinkin' that he has to
A pair of True Religions dog, my lil' nigga you
Listenin' to 2 Chainz, ain't bout college
I if he knew that 2 Chainz went to college
I wonder if he knew that, would that his mind?
Guess somethin' we'll find in due time