Hip-hop ain't really good shit for all me Little bit of hell, little bell for the homies

We'll be right back.

All these sex-scaring shit, you ain't bread for this.

I'm still living the look.

They make bread and dip.

I'm not jumping ship.

I might fuck your bitch, you got enough of this Feelin' like Snoop with the sauce awards Feelin' like you was born for war

Cause when I come around, you be there to the ground.

Crack a motherfuckin' spell.

I'm the man running sound.

Frank Lucas mode when I am.

I heard the Frank Lucas talk.

Fluffy, slack, crazy for Joe and me.

And when we did New Year's, the rocks, they came in.

Little bitty dick.

Little bitty dick.

Little bitty dick.

Little bitty dick.

Little bitty this, little bitty that.

Little bitty this, little bitty that.

Mic'd up a clip where the niggas at.

My fucking bitch, where the women at?

Boop.

Boop.

Little bit of this little

Little bitty bitch, little bitty niggas.

Little bitty niggas, little bitty niggas.

My doppelganger, where the niggas at?

Fuck you, bitch, where the women at?

Crack, baby, baby, send me some of that.

Been crazy, come on, where you living at?

down the dope getting down to get grown i ain't come here for the chitter chat but i'm far removed

It don't make much sense, but they make me rich.

Don't be playing with my money, it'll make me flip.

And in the last couple of lines, I'm contradicting.

And for the last time, I know.

country shit i like big guns fans with the ecstasy man she's a white woman like jackson shit so stop

and like I'm an activist.

No, this ain't happen on accident.

Think you can get white dance in the

african it'll never be another one so just let you meet me a little bit of

Little birdie.

Little birdie.

Little birdie.

Little bitty bitch, little bitty dick.

Little bitty dick, little bitty dick.

Mic'd up a cliff where the...

Motherfucker, bitch, where the women at?

All right.

We'll be right back.

We'll be right back.