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Goin′ back n forth wit no pussy ass nigga

The big whoop

Ain't no need to check the score, bitch ima keep scorin′
I get money n go home, bitch my life borin'
Mama want me to quit the lean but imma keep pourin'
Gotta automatic 12 gauge, look like a leaf blower
Outta town wit my buster on, bitch i′m from detroit
Got some white boys that really bout it, they on E course
You ain′t got no money in your pockets, what you sleep for?
I-75 fucked up, i had to detour

Big ass diamonds in my ear, look like a keloid
Fuck around n buy your mama house n be her landlord
Trap just spent the whole cup on my concourse
I got money, but ain't never got no time for it
She gave me her brain, so I see what′s on her mind for it
She don't fuck with rappers, they be cappin′ they be lyin' to her
Bitch i′m really active, i'm in traffic i be flyin' to it
You can do whatever ′long as you put your mind to it

I′m done smokin' weed, sippin′ lean
Bitch i'm focused
My niggas on that tip, you better watch how you approach us
Them sticks in the whip, but we got out wit them pokers
Wearin′ brass knuckles, i'll leave yo shit open
Nigga i′m the don, i ain't never need no coachin'
Prezi on my arm, i ain′t never did no votin′
I feel like niggas owe me, better come up off them tokens
Firebomb yo studio n leave that bitch smokin'
Snatch a nigga out his pick-up truck like hulk hogan
Beat him in his legs, wit a bat, till they broken
Imma keep my foots on they necks while they chokin′
I make all my hoes whip me a check like i'm pimpin′
I might put a hunnid on my neck cuz i'm ignant
Once you on that side, you gotta steady you can′t fix it
You been beggin' me to shoot this bitch, you better not miss it
They got my nigga locked, i needa pay my dawg a visit
I came a long way from fuckin' wit you lame bitches
I got a group of white boys that like to hang niggas
I used to treat yo pussy ass like a gang member
I′m finna split yo shit cuz i got a bad temper
Boogie man goin′ up top, why you think he came wit us?
Nigga you ain't gang-gang, you ain′t feel no pain wit us
That was me and Go's son out wit the johnny cage niggas
Pussy ass frozed up, like you was on the stage wit it
Word through the grape vine, i heard you sayin′ you made niggas
Bought the little ass chain, but you ain't never pay niggas
You was my brother i ain′t gon kill you, we can catch the fade nigga
Beat you in the waves nigga
You gon need some braids nigga
Better get out my way nigga
Get hit wit a straight nigga
I walk through with 8 niggas
I be with them apes nigga