You don't have no snakes or nothin', do you?
Man, I got snakes from one end of this house to the other (no, where?)
Ay, shit for real, no bap
These young niggas come and get you, you would just be gettin' home
I'll dog a ho down, put her name in a song
I had tried to leave the mob, but I got cold feet
Bentley truck, super tall, feel like nosebleeds
Book Tune? Cost a Maybach for the show fee
Ladies gangster, they drink syrup like OE
Early snakes kill the rats, FJG
Ay, ay, uh (slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)
Young junkie, mama said her sister must've raised me
Cash run the world, I got to remind that shit to baby Ski
On my way to space, I asked that ho if she gon' wait for me
Same type of nigga to take from me, be the same one to get a day from me
Big bro told me, "If you play for keeps, I'll go back-to-back, it's '83"
I'm tryna fuck some paper up, then make it back, another spree
She tryna make another me, that's why he like a son to me
That 'Rari truck, it's black and yellow, and it look like a bumblebee
I'm high as fuck, that ain't nothin' new, that's what they want from me
I'm tied up, in the M-O-B, I brought my son in it
And then I broke her heart in the Cullinan, she look up and remember it, oh
Ay, huh, shit for real, no bap
These young niggas come and get you, you would-
Ay, ay, ay, slatt
Free Jeff Gang
Ay, ay, ay, shit for real, no bap
These young niggas come and get you, you would just be gettin' home
I'll dog a ho down, put her name in a song
I had tried to leave the mob, but I got cold feet
Bentley truck, super tall, feel like nosebleeds
Book Tune? Cost a Maybach for the show fee
Ay, ay, ay
Early snakes kill the rats, FJG
Slatt
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