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

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