All these pancake ass niggas, weird ass niggas, man
What are all these niggas talkin’ ’bout?
(Ice cream ass niggas) Ayy
I keep a rocket in my pocket, socket called a pocket rocket
If it’s war, we ain’t playin’ games, bitch, we get it started
I’m the man, clip it, keep a hundred, nigga, I’m a gunner
When it’s beef, we ain’t playin’ games, we hit you and yo’ mama
Know that choppa, that’s that oppa stoppa, hit you and your pops
I fell in love with all this fuckin’ money, you in love with drama
Say, say baby, I’m not Sosa baby, but I keep a llama
Gonna pull up in a new i8, you ridin’ in a Honda
All these tattoos on my fuckin’ body, she say I’m a hottie
Why your girlfriend always wanna fuck me, wanna touch my body?
We got all type of fuckin’ guns, might even have a Tommy
I remember them days in the jail, still free my nigga Ryan
And free Chris though, ‘member we was bouncin’ out with 44’s
A nigga keep it silent, in L.A, I keep a clip though
‘Cause no, I can’t be lackin’ in these streets, I keep a big pole
And I can’t have no nigga with me if they gon’ snitch on us
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