Yeah
Street Fam
Dipset
Killa Cam, Jim Jones
What's good with yall niggas man (Fuck with your boy man)
(Huh, Huh, Huh) We gone fuck around a lil' bit
Jus a lil' bit man (Sip on a lil' bit of that Sizzurp, you know)
(Pass that purple [?] too nigga)
Yo you couldn't stop the kid with birth control pills (nah)
I'm worth a sole mill (yeah)
I put it on my neck but if I put it in a check it would be worth your whole deal (yeah)
When I say "nobody move" then the earth should hold still (yeah)
I fill some slugs the size of tubes of lipstick (uh)
And eat through a tube you dipstick (dipstick)
I'll show you the Aruba trip flicks (yeah)
That's where I met this, half-dominican, half-Cuba strip chick (woo)
And some say that "she got her boobs and lips fixed" (uh huh)
But that don't stop the way she [?] (uh huh)
Without us to follow (uh)
These young niggas out here will bе like Mike Tyson without Cus D'Amato (uh)
I get out custom modеls (yeah)
Let the honeys choose (yeah)
And the 22s look lovely on the Roadster (haha)
Dominicanos uptown, love me like I'm Sosa (sup)
I'll still get the handguns and shove em' in a holster (uh)
Cause I'm poppin' off the Sizzurp
And the family gettin' poppin' off with [?] (uh)
Poppin off the bizzurp (uh)
It's the Donald Trump of the corner pumpers, and I see you niggas behind me I got cameras on the bumpers motherfucker
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