Burr gang, leave a n- cold
(What’s happening, Chi Chi?)
It ain’t my business, it ain’t my beef, I ain’t on no side
Y’all got guns and we got g., but we don’t post ours
Look, you poppin’ like the giant, he just 4’5″
Told him hit ’em in the leg and make them n- your size
These n- gon’ end up, they keep on playin’ both sides
These n- gon’ end up, they keep on playin’ both sides
They gon’ need a lot of black suits, a bunch of bowties
They gon’ need a lot of black suits, a bunch of bowties
I made it from the streets, it ain’t no mercy on these streets (Nah)
It’s hot as mercury, these boys’ll murk you on these streets
These b- double dutch, so quick to jump a nigga sheets
Got niggas slick competin’ with niggas I ain’t even competin’ (Facts)
If you talk behind my back, no need to dap me when you see me (No)
‘Cause I ain’t gon’ shed no tear when they pick you up off the cement
A real d- boy, I make it flood in any season
While rappers goin’ broke and blame corona as the reason
I showed some n- cannons, they mistook that I was weak (Weak)
I told them I was stackin’, they just thought that I was cheap (Cheap)
If I took it, I was mad, I still ain’t finna give it back
No, “Oops, sorry, my bad,” consider that sh- as a tax (Sorry)
So buy some Stacy Adams and a couple ties to match (Damn)
This M- came with a shoulder strap, the only thing retract (Yup)
FourPF and one, zero, one, seven four tires, we flat
And we ain’t with that pitty-pat sh-, we rat-ta-ta-tat (Tat)
It ain’t my business, it ain’t my beef, I ain’t on no side
Y’all got g- and we got g-, but we don’t post ours
Look, you poppin’ like the giant, he just 4’5″
Told him hit ’em in the leg and make them n- your size
These n- gon’ end up, they keep on playin’ both sides
These n- gon’ end up, they keep on playin’ both sides
They gon’ need a lot of black suits, a bunch of bowties
They gon’ need a lot of black suits, a bunch of bowties
Doin’ songs for Gucci Mane, now I done ran them stupid bands up
Make no stupid, shoot your mans up, it’s a robber, put your hands up
The see me, they switch the channel, I’m the real deal, Atlanta
Ain’t no monkeys in the middle, play both sides, you get dismantle
Tuck my sh-, I got my hammer, f- that b-, ain’t got no manners
Can’t hit that sh-, that’s not my standard
She copied my dripped, she like me Grandma
I kick me a dirty Fanta, ridin’ ’round in these dirty Phantoms
I’m ’bout gettin’ business and ain’t sittin’ in no worries
I ain’t with no chitter-chatter, keep a bad one
Fatter than the last one
We be takin’ sh-, no askin’, we be breakin’ bricks no passin’
Everybody lit, go ask, I be in the ‘Vette, the fast one
And I got the CA, you don’t wanna see them
It ain’t my business, it ain’t my beef, I ain’t on no side
Y’all got g- and we got g-, but we don’t post ours
Look, you poppin’ like the giant, he just 4’5″
Told him hit ’em in the leg and make them niggas your size
These n- gon’ end up, they keep on playin’ both sides
These n- gon’ end up, they keep on playin’ both sides
They gon’ need a lot of black suits, a bunch of bowties
They gon’ need a lot of black suits, a bunch of bowties
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