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You know, this just some real nigga shit, a real nigga
You what I'm saying?

Slang a of narcotics
Pull up in the new
like John Gotti
Chopping like karate
Drink a of codeine
to the dope fiends
Blowing money, stay
Michael Jackson, Billy

Got a Panamera round a young nigga
Got a bitch pulling up in a vet
Smoke a lot of and I have a lot of sex
Had to beat the grind up, ran up my
Bitch get money, nigga get that
Roll a blunt of chronic, nigga a lot of crack
You can hit a nigga line, order you want
I can whoop a Maserati, pulling up a
50,000 on yo watch, young splurge
Pop a Ace of bottle, sip a lot of syrup
Keep a young nigga workin' gotta a K
I'ma a phone call, hustle everyday

Slang a bunch of
Pull up in the new
Living John Gotti
Chopping like karate
Drink a of codeine
Serving to the dope
Blowing money, stay
Michael Jackson, Billy

Whipping up a cake, just to go and a spider
Young nigga with keys, like a type writer
Al Capone, Gotti was a nigga idol
I was never snitching, I can put it on the
In a 4 door beamer, driving with a
Nigga where you at, we go pull up on ya
Young Bitch looking like in the 80's
We was grinding up from a tube and a
Got the girl dripping wet a Jheri curl
Got a styrofoam cup and its of syrup
Send it over from Lil & Let me Work
I can get 36 for a shirt

a bunch of narcotics
Pull up in the new
like John Gotti
Chopping bricks karate
Drink a of codeine
to the dope fiends
Blowing money, clean
Jackson, Billy Jean

Pop a lot of pills
'Bout to put rims on my skateboard
Beat that pussy up like Emmett
Yeah,
Two cell phones ringin' at the same
That's your ho, callin' from two phones
Tell that bitch "leave me the alone!"
See, you fuck her wrong, and I fuck her
I got a love-hate relationship with
I'd rather pop an ollie, and my is a trolly
Boy, I'll you like Halle
And these say I'm blind,
Cause I don't see nothin' wrong with a little and grind
Man I just a package
Them other taxin'
And my pockets so fat, I'm startin' to feel
And my cousin went to jail for them
And he already home and that must be snitchin'
Cut him off karate!

Slang a bunch of
Pull up in the new
like John Gotti
Chopping bricks like
a bunch of codeine
Serving to the dope
Blowing money, clean
Jackson, Billy Jean