Miss Me with That Rap Shit

[Verse 1]

Hop straight up out the 'rari nigga

Hat cocked, Glock cocked

White tee, white ones, laced up, no socks

(Gyeeeeaaaah)

I'm the truth, I don't tell lies

A straight G nigga, you can see it in my eyes

We ain't playin over here

Ain't shit funny

Five whole days just to count the re-up money

(Daaaaymmmmn)

Had to send her to the store, three times man

(Why?) Couldn't help it kept runnin outta rubberbands

I'm a real nigga, nothin like these other guys

And I'm the best bitch until you show me otherwise

Keep it on my lap, nigga not the glove compartment

Better listen lil daddy

This is Georgia talkin'

I'm a motherfuckin g I ain't never been a bitch

All these wanna be gangstas on some studio shit

I tell em

(Aaaaaaaaaay)

Miss me with that rap shit (gyeah)

Miss me with that rap shit

Who the fuck want what you can damn sure get it

Fifty rounds off top ima damn sure hit it

(Thaaats riiiight)

Miss me with that rap shit (gyeah)

Miss me with that rap shit

[Verse 2]

Now you can talk tough and play hard

But all the hard mofuckas' in the graveyard

Now you can act bad cause you 20 deep

But all the bad mofuckas' sleepin' six feet

Now you can cap loud man and talk shit

But all the cappin' ass niggas in the casket