Mm (Thank you, Jxlan, I appreciate you, man)
What up, Jxlan?
Uh, huh, Da Realest
Huh, alright
It’s 7 in the a.m., we still rappin’
It’s like seven niggas in there right now that’ll wrap you like a package
The boys askin’ questions, I got five words, I don’t know what happened
Took her to my home, we made her run, I should’ve been a batter
Because I cracked the bitch
Tell ’em I ain’t backin’ in until the backend in
And if I put it on her, I promise that bitch gon’ be back again
I’ma go wherever I wanna, nigga, I ain’t gotta do no tappin’ in
Rich dumb shit, gang just called me, say he smackеd the Benz
On my soul, it only take onе call to bring them smackers in
My bitch just asked me ’bout a bitch, I hit her with the Mike Jackson stance
I wasn’t sayin’ nothin’
Gen4, Gen5, they both got a button
Two cars and they supercharged, they both over a hundred
It’s me and bro, we finna go, that’s why we left ’em runnin’
Caught dog with no pole, don’t post a video from when we jumped him
Damn
Told my nephew, “Don’t do no bullshit ’cause I’ll whack your uncle”
I ain’t talkin’ ’bout myself, I’m talkin’ ’bout my brother
My other brother, wait, that’s my brother son
One day I spanked a nigga with my brother gun
Disappointed in my uncle son, I seen my cousin run
My other uncle sung, I hope somebody cut his fuckin’ tongue
Out his fuckin’ mouth, run in the fuckin’ house
In my bitch mama crib like Rick James, bitch, fuck your couch
In the studio without no drank, I’m finna fuckin’ bounce
Pull up on a ho, get the face, then I fuck and bounce
It’s me and Fxce in a— I’m finna bounce out it
The AK made his car look like he got hydraulics
I’m off painkillers, drank, Black & Milds, and antibiotics
If a nigga take your chain off your neck, is you gon’ die ’bout it?
Is you gon’ slide ’bout it? Is you gon’ ride ’bout it?
A nigga spank your damn brother, you gon’ cry ’bout it?
You not gon’ get no get-back?
I drunk twelve eights of Quay, this not no motherfuckin’ six-pack
I drunk a six-pack, that’s why I’m gettin’ fat
I been outside so long, bitch, I’m gettin’ Black
You ain’t been outside enough, boy, you gettin’ pale
Now you care about your kids when you in jail, you must be finna tell
You know they got a free bed for you and like three meals?
Finna re-up with the label, told Ghazi I need three million
I need three M’s
The Glocky go with everything, it’s like some wheat Timbs
In the ‘Rari, if they get behind me, they gon’ eat shit
With some fine shit, real thick, and she only open her mouth when it’s time for her to—
Hah, eat dick, she off that G6
Know I got that pole, AR on like I’m Nesmith
He don’t wanna leave his home, call lil’ bro, he gon’ bring tents
They gon’ camp out there so long until he leave his crib
Why I keep on goin’ to jail, I don’t know
Bullets big as hell, please don’t go to hell ’bout a ho, like
Is you gon’ die ’bout it? Is you gon’ cry ’bout it?
If they ask your ass you popped him, is you gon’ lie ’bout it? Huh
Okay, that bitch a ‘Cat, but is it wide-body?
If I hit him on the side of his scalp, did I side part it?
Her pussy smell like sex, should I MyChart her?
The owner caught us in the Scat, he said, “Hey, that’s my Charger”
Buckshots in the shotgun, this a street sweeper
I bang bang and pour eights of Wock’ in small pops, bitch, I—
I Chief Keef it
I had a drank plug, I let Lil E meet him
Ayy, Fxce, remember when I tried to buy that Glock off you?
We hit his car so many fuckin’ times we knocked the top off it (Thank you, Jxlan, I appreciate you, man)
I shot him in his arm, knocked the watch off it
We just poured an eight in here, how much this pop cost us?
This is not a ghost gun, I just scratched “Glock” off it
The red came in a glass bottle like some Voss water
One day, I got fired from my job, I hit the boss daughter
I told the doc I need some drank to get this cough out me
If a nigga shoot your brother in his face, is you gon’ walk ’bout it?
Is you gon’ hop out the fuckin’ car and walk down him?
Like why the fuck you whisperin’ in my ear? You need to talk louder
Fah-fah, frr-frr-frr, fah-fah-fah
One day, we had a shootout just like that on my mama block
He robbed a nigga in front of his dukes’ crib and got his mama shot
How about the first time I used a rubber, damn condom popped
Anaconda Glock, I’ll slime you out
Go get some motherfuckin’ get-back, what you cryin’ ’bout?
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