[Intro]
(I was just playin', I was just playin', man)
[Verse]
I done did a lot of shit and I ain't stopped yet
Your dog goin' on thirty but he ain't popped yet
Nigga ran up on me trippin' and he got stretched
I told her I want fifty for a pint, lil' girly got less
The bitch took too long to come outside, lil' girly got left
I might just jugg her out her band, lil' girly got bread
And I ain't give girly the dick, but girly got head
Bitch, I really live this shit I rap, the more than I said
Ha, I mean "the more that I said"
Bitch makin' me mad, sayin' get out, the more that she beg
But she'll stuff a bag up for me, that's what she said
I just shot the bag and made a twenty at the suitе's end
I was shakin' the badge tryna gеt off while you was sleepin'
I just stomped the nigga out in the field, she a cleat head
I remember sellin' cut to college kids on the weekend
I ain't give 'em clean at all, his nose bleedin'
I just jacked him out his shit for no reason
I might put lil' girly in her bag and she a whole diva
I sold her pure dope and a pistol, you could hold either
I just put lil' dog deep in the dirt, now he know beavers
Why the fuck you roll a Dutch? That ain't no reefer
But I can teach you 'bout that pup, I'm a whole teacher
See me, I bet you run out of luck, 'cause I'ma blow heater
You niggas probably pissed y'all pants when y'all blow the heater
Who really in that field?
Really runnin' niggas down, they aimin' for the kill
Don't gotta keep it real
And if you got some extra on that bitch, you can keep the pill
They sat my doggy down with life, he tell me how it feel
I just fucked lil' girly raw, like tell me how it feel
I just hit the cocaine raw, like tell me how it smell
I'm finna press 'em up and vacuum seal 'em, tell me how it sell
I'm finna hit the cocaine raw, tell me how it move
I just gave my lil' cousin' the chop, tell me how it shoot
I made a killing off the pinks, but I'll chew a blue
I got a hundred round drum, on me now, look like a hula hoop
I just made this bitch twist on the dick, she did the hula hoop
And if you really up that shit, then get that bulletproof
I caught nigga up close, a nigga heavy, bro gotta carry you
'Cause we gon' put you in that casket, then bury you
Ha, yeah, you know he had it made
This nigga talkin' like he grew up trappin', niggas had it made
Bitch, I was really up that shit before I had a safe
I was droppin' checks to hoes account when I ain't have a bank
It felt good ridin' that hoopty, we ain't have a Wraith
I was really runnin' through niggas' cribs when I ain't have a name
Then I seen some niggas die, that ain't average pain
I told my dogs stay out the way, we in a stacking game
I bet we catch a nigga on they block, they in a lacking game
(I was just playin', I was just playin', man)
[Verse]
I done did a lot of shit and I ain't stopped yet
Your dog goin' on thirty but he ain't popped yet
Nigga ran up on me trippin' and he got stretched
I told her I want fifty for a pint, lil' girly got less
The bitch took too long to come outside, lil' girly got left
I might just jugg her out her band, lil' girly got bread
And I ain't give girly the dick, but girly got head
Bitch, I really live this shit I rap, the more than I said
Ha, I mean "the more that I said"
Bitch makin' me mad, sayin' get out, the more that she beg
But she'll stuff a bag up for me, that's what she said
I just shot the bag and made a twenty at the suitе's end
I was shakin' the badge tryna gеt off while you was sleepin'
I just stomped the nigga out in the field, she a cleat head
I remember sellin' cut to college kids on the weekend
I ain't give 'em clean at all, his nose bleedin'
I just jacked him out his shit for no reason
I might put lil' girly in her bag and she a whole diva
I sold her pure dope and a pistol, you could hold either
I just put lil' dog deep in the dirt, now he know beavers
Why the fuck you roll a Dutch? That ain't no reefer
But I can teach you 'bout that pup, I'm a whole teacher
See me, I bet you run out of luck, 'cause I'ma blow heater
You niggas probably pissed y'all pants when y'all blow the heater
Who really in that field?
Really runnin' niggas down, they aimin' for the kill
Don't gotta keep it real
And if you got some extra on that bitch, you can keep the pill
They sat my doggy down with life, he tell me how it feel
I just fucked lil' girly raw, like tell me how it feel
I just hit the cocaine raw, like tell me how it smell
I'm finna press 'em up and vacuum seal 'em, tell me how it sell
I'm finna hit the cocaine raw, tell me how it move
I just gave my lil' cousin' the chop, tell me how it shoot
I made a killing off the pinks, but I'll chew a blue
I got a hundred round drum, on me now, look like a hula hoop
I just made this bitch twist on the dick, she did the hula hoop
And if you really up that shit, then get that bulletproof
I caught nigga up close, a nigga heavy, bro gotta carry you
'Cause we gon' put you in that casket, then bury you
Ha, yeah, you know he had it made
This nigga talkin' like he grew up trappin', niggas had it made
Bitch, I was really up that shit before I had a safe
I was droppin' checks to hoes account when I ain't have a bank
It felt good ridin' that hoopty, we ain't have a Wraith
I was really runnin' through niggas' cribs when I ain't have a name
Then I seen some niggas die, that ain't average pain
I told my dogs stay out the way, we in a stacking game
I bet we catch a nigga on they block, they in a lacking game
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