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These niggas hit me like "I need yaa"
I hit a nigga back like reefa
Head game big like Gina
I'm real woke i see ya
I be putting shit together Ikea
I'll take your job
Take your heart
Key your car
Take yo dawg
Not your homie but your pit
Gimmie my shit gimmie my props
My shit too hot I ain gone stop
My flow go pop
It's automatic I ain got static
I got direct gimmie a check
I ant that Cali love like 2 pack
I'm real different please back back
I got more tracks than your nigga go figure
I'm that bitch I'm bout my shit
Take your pick I do it all
I'm gone ball before I fall
My shit gone smack like its mac
Gimmie my cheese
On yo knees
Baby please
Nigga by I'm too high
You blow that shit ima blow yo mind
Take your time fall in line

Bitches ain shit
Niggas ain either
That's why we both say the same thing we don't need them leave em
Mistreat em and beat em
All that crazy shit just to say we don't need em
Turn me up
Put me in your speakers gone turn me up
Got a back wood lemme burn it up
Running these streets built ford tough
I don't know why you dot know bout me
I feel so damn fly damn my feet cant touch the streets
And I go flow like river
At your front door like deliver
And I got goons like pit bulls standing at your front door
Sick em
Hit em up
Fold my 10 and make bigger bucks
Heard you got rank we don't give a fuck
Fuck dat
Bitch ass nigga where your bitch at
Lemme get jiggy with them tittys tatas
Folding my bands with my patnas