Oh well, stop playin′ with b***h niggas

Keep your clothes on a bitch, that p***y not right

I'ma pull up with this Glock but beat your ass like I′m Mike Tyson

Ain't going back and forth for the net, I am not tight

My Glock don't like girls, she got a d**k like it′s Big Don

I′ve been trying to smoke her off but these niggas high

Oh you miss Smooky? We'll meet him in the sky

It′s a celebration every time a n***a die

Lookin' for some nitrate to settle for some three-five

Put your Benz on, n***a let′s to rack for rack

I know the opps sad, they went to funerals back to back

This gon' leak, get your ass turned to a pack

Jump out this, throwin′ the guys that got a stupid ass smack

I'm relaxing on this beat, ain't telling no lies

Yeah your dog is good man, n***a that′s your profile

Your niggas buyin′ drip but my niggas buyin' more fight

He ain′t going home tonight, we'll catch him at his hoe′s spot

How your mama get shawty, you don't get in a fill

If that won′t make you slide, n***a I don't know what will

I heard your dog got caught tryna do a drill

Fuck your crack dummy but I hope that he don't f*ckin′ squeal

All these niggas ain′t my sons, give 'em baby bill

We the ones got you sneakin′, wanna do a drill

We got everybody saying cool interval

I don't f*ck with niggas because these niggas don′t keep s**t real

We the ones that weed the opps and n***a f*ck a deal

Point this .30 baby, tell me how I make you feel

If you don't wanna f*ck you can get up out my crib

Ain′t doin' all that talking, you can leave, that's just what it is

Nigga, you don′t want these problems, we′ll wipe them with that chopper

'Cause b***h you know he coming green, like the spliffs behind him

Why would he be snappin′ down, why nobody signed him?

The labels know I'm drilling on the opps tryna find him

Bullets hit a nigga, he can′t talk, look like he miming

All these hoes do what I say but I ain't Simon

Keep it real, we be having all the opps crying

God strike me down in this booth if I′m lying

Hold on, real quick, start the f*****g beat

I'm slowed up on lean, own this act, it's for my n***a Ali

Five years later, niggas still dying by a beat

I hit your baby mama on that ass, it was just me and queen

She told me, "Pay for that pussy," that′s just not me

I said I want it on the house, she said it′s not free

I'm trying to hit her with my stick but this ain′t hockey

I'm walkin′ with that chopper but these hands Muhammed Ali

Yeah these hands Muhammed Ali, b***h

Beat yo' ass like I′m Rocky

Yeah, 'preciate R man, you know I be rockin' n***a

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