Yeah (yuh, yuh)
Yuh
I'm still talking my shit, parking the whip
Now I'm adjusting my fit, pardon my bitch, she had enough of my shit
She pulling sticks out the telfar widdit fronto stuffed in it
Keep it low for minute he paranoid
Farewell to the boy they can't avoid
Still hearing his mama voice found drugs in the void
That's his only choice say no, right?
They hate if it's 'bout the shit that he like
I could assume his mutha' moon, made me fly you a kite
Here we are, copping out of velour setting the bar
Posse well fed, put it on your head, you'll die
Five finger discounted heatеr pull it out in July
All my life I had to fight, so it's fuck you
Niggas don't never hеlp but always ask, "Whatchu been up to?"
Nevermind mine, bitch I'm bron bron, this is our side
Read the sign, there's a landmine, hope ya man fine
If not, fuck it I won't be there for the debacle
I ride shottie, me and shawty 'bout to hear the brothel
Just to collect, SMS, and my set like this the rest
Playing less, bitch we carried the city before we left
Yuh, yuh, make sure you got my dog 'fore I go loco
They wasn't fuckin' with me when I was a local
Put on for niggas and niggas hit me with no show
I'm never doing shit again for no dough
That's a no, no, ayy, that's a no, no
Make sure you got my dog 'fore I go loco
They wasn't fuckin with me when I was a local
Put on for niggas and niggas hit me with no show
I'm never doing shit again for no dough
That's a no, no, ayy, that's a no, no
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