Текст песни
Ain't
no
playing
fair
I'm
tryna
even
the
score
Touch
me
a
bag
I
want
more,
bro
got
the
drop
sending
punters
to
your
door
Stick
needed
shells
take
my
shit
to
the
shore
Niggas
wake-up
and
wan'
talk
down
Stick
at
the
top
of
the
stairs
and
shit
finna
walk
down
You
ain't
come
with
no
boof,
man
that
shit
ain't
make
no
sound
Ain't
no
alphabets,
I
keep
my
word
like
a
vowel
Niggas
givin'
up
better
throw
in
that
towel
I
make
shit
moo(Move)
like
a
cow
Touching
base
no
strikeouts
Za
bag
loud
needa
pipe
down
Deuce
of
wockeisha,
lights
out
Plug
Bob
Barker,
price
right
Niggas
talk
and
it
turn
into
fight
night
And
my
bro
lobbing
packs
man
I
just
gotta
sit
tight
Uh,
I'm
right
back
Rito
fed
me
more
like
Ryback
Chop
gotta
switch
like
bro
where
the
lights
at
My
bro
serving
chickens
like
hmm,
where
the
rice
at
Its
gon
fight
back
The
glock
gotta
leg
man
I
know
its
gon'
fight
back
My
girly
gon
do
that,
she
know
that
I
like
that
Yeah
I
do
love
the
boof,
but
I
gotta
find
the
right
pack
Niggas
be
tripping,
no
shoelace
no
acid
Smoking
RAW's
and
the
blue
hemps
ain't
no
classics
Stuffing
the
work
right
under
my
mattress
Your
niggas
be
fu,
man
I
know
that
they
actors
Two
ghost
gloks
imma
call
them
twin
Caspers
Tryna
get
a
ring
for
my
whole
team
like
the
Raptors
I
be
right
on
the
court
and
you
boys
in
the
rafters
Ain't
no
playing
fair
I'm
tryna
even
the
score
Touch
me
a
bag
I
want
more,
bro
got
the
drop
sending
punters
to
your
door
Stick
needed
shells
take
my
shit
to
the
shore
Niggas
wake-up
and
wan'
talk
down
Stick
at
the
top
of
the
stairs
and
shit
finna
walk
down
You
ain't
come
with
no
boof,
man
that
shit
ain't
make
no
sound
Ain't
no
alphabets,
I
keep
my
word
like
a
vowel
Niggas
givin'
up
better
throw
in
that
towel
I
make
shit
moo(Move)
like
a
cow
Touching
base
no
strikeouts
Za
bag
loud
needa
pipe
down
Deuce
of
wockeisha,
lights
out
Plug
Bob
Barker,
price
right
Niggas
talk
and
it
turn
into
fight
night
And
my
bro
lobbing
packs
man
I
just
gotta
sit
tight
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