Full of bad bitches you all n**a and g's
My enemies be on my d**k
They look like groupies to me
My bad b**h your girlfriend
Then why she leaving with me
We ain't dated for the weed
But still she gave me a key
I seen your homeboy a pistol man
A gram of the three
I told them count them bands up
I got a seven of your keys
And even though you see me in tv
Jam of the weed
I got the stupidest rich game
A n**r ever to see
I got the kangaroo money
Bout to jump off a jet
I'm a hundred thousand dollars
I was just in my teens
Nba money n**a this just one of my rings
You say your n**a getting money
There ain't nobody to me
Count count them bands up
I count count them bands up
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