Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah
Talkin' all that shit, nigga
Actin' like you can't get hit, nigga
But you know that you're not with us
So she had to kick you out the picture
Yeah yeah yeah
Talkin' all that shit, nigga
Actin' like you can't get hit, nigga
You claim to gang, but you know that you're not with us
I f*cked your bitch, so she had to kick you out the picture
Yeah yeah yeah
Talkin' all that shit, nigga
Actin' like you can't get hit, nigga
You claim to gang, but you know that you're not with us
I f*cked your bitch, so she had to kick you out the picture
I'm from BK, f*ckin' on the PK
If I don't beat this case, do the race like Tay-K
Speedin' down the freeway, I do it every weekday
I guess it's time to talk, I f*cked your bitch on your B-Day
That nigga crazy, ha
Don't believe me? Hit my phone and I'ma send you pictures of us meetin
We all up in the party and shorty gettin' naughty
She shake it on the king, so I guess she feelin' horny
Why you ringin' down her phone? It ain't useful
My music play when she connects it to your bluetooth
When she say she love you, do you think she bein' truthful?
After that, she gave me head, but that's what I'm used to
Yeah yeah yeah
Talkin' all that shit, nigga
Actin' like you can't get hit, nigga
You claim to gang, but you know that you're not with us
I f*cked your bitch, so she had to kick you out the picture
Yeah yeah yeah
Talkin' all that shit, nigga
Actin' like you can't get hit, nigga
You claim to gang, but you know that you're not with us
I f*cked your bitch, so she had to kick you out the picture
At my job, I be makin' all the sales
Got up out that jam, didn't have to pay no bail
When I need a touch up, shorty do my nails
She believe in God, but she gotta seat in hell
You be chattin, so I get to smackin
Knowin' all your moves, no UPS, but I be trackin
People say I'm poppin, the greatest never stoppin
Always talkin' shit, but in the corner steady watchin
Talkin' all that shit, nigga
Actin' like you can't get hit, nigga
You claim to gang, but you know that you're not with us
I f*cked your bitch, so she had to kick you out the picture
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Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah
Talkin' all that shit, nigga
Actin' like you can't get hit, nigga
But you know that you're not with us
So she had to kick you out the picture
Yeah yeah yeah
Talkin' all that shit, nigga
Actin' like you can't get hit, nigga
You claim to gang, but you know that you're not with us
I f*cked your bitch, so she had to kick you out the picture
Yeah yeah yeah
Talkin' all that shit, nigga
Actin' like you can't get hit, nigga
You claim to gang, but you know that you're not with us
I f*cked your bitch, so she had to kick you out the picture
I'm from BK, f*ckin' on the PK
If I don't beat this case, do the race like Tay-K
Speedin' down the freeway, I do it every weekday
I guess it's time to talk, I f*cked your bitch on your B-Day
That nigga crazy, ha
Don't believe me? Hit my phone and I'ma send you pictures of us meetin
We all up in the party and shorty gettin' naughty
She shake it on the king, so I guess she feelin' horny
Why you ringin' down her phone? It ain't useful
My music play when she connects it to your bluetooth
When she say she love you, do you think she bein' truthful?
After that, she gave me head, but that's what I'm used to
Yeah yeah yeah
Talkin' all that shit, nigga
Actin' like you can't get hit, nigga
You claim to gang, but you know that you're not with us
I f*cked your bitch, so she had to kick you out the picture
Yeah yeah yeah
Talkin' all that shit, nigga
Actin' like you can't get hit, nigga
You claim to gang, but you know that you're not with us
I f*cked your bitch, so she had to kick you out the picture
At my job, I be makin' all the sales
Got up out that jam, didn't have to pay no bail
When I need a touch up, shorty do my nails
She believe in God, but she gotta seat in hell
You be chattin, so I get to smackin
Knowin' all your moves, no UPS, but I be trackin
People say I'm poppin, the greatest never stoppin
Always talkin' shit, but in the corner steady watchin
Talkin' all that shit, nigga
Actin' like you can't get hit, nigga
You claim to gang, but you know that you're not with us
I f*cked your bitch, so she had to kick you out the picture
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah
Talkin' all that shit, nigga
Actin' like you can't get hit, nigga
But you know that you're not with us
So she had to kick you out the picture
Yeah yeah yeah
Talkin' all that shit, nigga
Actin' like you can't get hit, nigga
You claim to gang, but you know that you're not with us
I f*cked your bitch, so she had to kick you out the picture
Yeah yeah yeah
Talkin' all that shit, nigga
Actin' like you can't get hit, nigga
You claim to gang, but you know that you're not with us
I f*cked your bitch, so she had to kick you out the picture
I'm from BK, f*ckin' on the PK
If I don't beat this case, do the race like Tay-K
Speedin' down the freeway, I do it every weekday
I guess it's time to talk, I f*cked your bitch on your B-Day
That nigga crazy, ha
Don't believe me? Hit my phone and I'ma send you pictures of us meetin
We all up in the party and shorty gettin' naughty
She shake it on the king, so I guess she feelin' horny
Why you ringin' down her phone? It ain't useful
My music play when she connects it to your bluetooth
When she say she love you, do you think she bein' truthful?
After that, she gave me head, but that's what I'm used to
Yeah yeah yeah
Talkin' all that shit, nigga
Actin' like you can't get hit, nigga
You claim to gang, but you know that you're not with us
I f*cked your bitch, so she had to kick you out the picture
Yeah yeah yeah
Talkin' all that shit, nigga
Actin' like you can't get hit, nigga
You claim to gang, but you know that you're not with us
I f*cked your bitch, so she had to kick you out the picture
At my job, I be makin' all the sales
Got up out that jam, didn't have to pay no bail
When I need a touch up, shorty do my nails
She believe in God, but she gotta seat in hell
You be chattin, so I get to smackin
Knowin' all your moves, no UPS, but I be trackin
People say I'm poppin, the greatest never stoppin
Always talkin' shit, but in the corner steady watchin
Talkin' all that shit, nigga
Actin' like you can't get hit, nigga
You claim to gang, but you know that you're not with us
I f*cked your bitch, so she had to kick you out the picture
Writer: Derek Brown Jr
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