The shit that you heard was my scat when that bitch started
Tried to pull out the lock, but I left him where his car was parked
I had to stash a hundred in the safe, the rest in the carpet
If I see his man, he gon' die
Ain't no f*ckin' talkin'
My dukes knew I was a star before I started walkin'
If you said you could be my ass, why you stay talkin'
Put a grocery bag around the chopper, name at the target
I get so much paper, you can probably see it through the drawers
Listen to what I'm sayin'
We gon' slide through your hood in a kidnap van
I had to stop, spread that money, cause it f*cked up my hand
I f*ck my bitch in the other room with the f*cked up hand
Yeah, so they can't hear when we f*ck
You gon' hear them sirens ringin' like it's quarters in the cup
All my niggas keep a Glock like a toilet when it's stuffed
Treat that scat like a horse and make that bitch a horse
I had to stop, spread that money, cause it f*cked up my hand
I had to stop, spread that money, cause it f*cked up my hand
I keep the Draco in my hand and some Dracos on my feet
Black Dior's in the suit with an all black ski
Like the doctor with veneers, this shit going through your teeth
I know some niggas that's African with torches in they trees
The shit that you heard was my scat when that bitch started
Tried to pull out the lot, but I left him where his car was parked
I had to stash a hundred in the safe, the rest in the carpet
If I see his mans, he gon' die, ain't no f*cking talking
My dukes knew I was a star before I started walking
If you said you could be my ass, why you stay talking
Put a grocery bag around the chopper, name at the target
I get so much paper, you could probably see it through the drawers
My crack head got about five bands on the track hook
KFC cause I'm a chicken head with the hot sauce
Big G, PVA's on my chest, you got to knock off
She wearing veneers, you can't be checking when you lock jaw
BB-8, chop drone, niggas from the furrow
Niggas scam, he can't even work from a nine to two
Fat freak, bitch in the club, that shit grind or two
308 got some power on it, like a black mule
This head got split with the chop, now it's like Play-Doh
Yes, I etch y'all bitch out, I call the mayor
Bag of blues in my, alright, damn
Bag of blues in my, shit
Bag of blues in my weight bag, I call it cargo
She like it when I tape, when we f*ck, I'm James Fargo
It's the real me, it's the real me
It's the real me, it's the real me
It's the real me, it's the real me
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The shit that you heard was my scat when that bitch started
Tried to pull out the lock, but I left him where his car was parked
I had to stash a hundred in the safe, the rest in the carpet
If I see his man, he gon' die
Ain't no f*ckin' talkin'
My dukes knew I was a star before I started walkin'
If you said you could be my ass, why you stay talkin'
Put a grocery bag around the chopper, name at the target
I get so much paper, you can probably see it through the drawers
Listen to what I'm sayin'
We gon' slide through your hood in a kidnap van
I had to stop, spread that money, cause it f*cked up my hand
I f*ck my bitch in the other room with the f*cked up hand
Yeah, so they can't hear when we f*ck
You gon' hear them sirens ringin' like it's quarters in the cup
All my niggas keep a Glock like a toilet when it's stuffed
Treat that scat like a horse and make that bitch a horse
I had to stop, spread that money, cause it f*cked up my hand
I had to stop, spread that money, cause it f*cked up my hand
I keep the Draco in my hand and some Dracos on my feet
Black Dior's in the suit with an all black ski
Like the doctor with veneers, this shit going through your teeth
I know some niggas that's African with torches in they trees
The shit that you heard was my scat when that bitch started
Tried to pull out the lot, but I left him where his car was parked
I had to stash a hundred in the safe, the rest in the carpet
If I see his mans, he gon' die, ain't no f*cking talking
My dukes knew I was a star before I started walking
If you said you could be my ass, why you stay talking
Put a grocery bag around the chopper, name at the target
I get so much paper, you could probably see it through the drawers
My crack head got about five bands on the track hook
KFC cause I'm a chicken head with the hot sauce
Big G, PVA's on my chest, you got to knock off
She wearing veneers, you can't be checking when you lock jaw
BB-8, chop drone, niggas from the furrow
Niggas scam, he can't even work from a nine to two
Fat freak, bitch in the club, that shit grind or two
308 got some power on it, like a black mule
This head got split with the chop, now it's like Play-Doh
Yes, I etch y'all bitch out, I call the mayor
Bag of blues in my, alright, damn
Bag of blues in my, shit
Bag of blues in my weight bag, I call it cargo
She like it when I tape, when we f*ck, I'm James Fargo
It's the real me, it's the real me
It's the real me, it's the real me
It's the real me, it's the real me
Tried to pull out the lock, but I left him where his car was parked
I had to stash a hundred in the safe, the rest in the carpet
If I see his man, he gon' die
Ain't no f*ckin' talkin'
My dukes knew I was a star before I started walkin'
If you said you could be my ass, why you stay talkin'
Put a grocery bag around the chopper, name at the target
I get so much paper, you can probably see it through the drawers
Listen to what I'm sayin'
We gon' slide through your hood in a kidnap van
I had to stop, spread that money, cause it f*cked up my hand
I f*ck my bitch in the other room with the f*cked up hand
Yeah, so they can't hear when we f*ck
You gon' hear them sirens ringin' like it's quarters in the cup
All my niggas keep a Glock like a toilet when it's stuffed
Treat that scat like a horse and make that bitch a horse
I had to stop, spread that money, cause it f*cked up my hand
I had to stop, spread that money, cause it f*cked up my hand
I keep the Draco in my hand and some Dracos on my feet
Black Dior's in the suit with an all black ski
Like the doctor with veneers, this shit going through your teeth
I know some niggas that's African with torches in they trees
The shit that you heard was my scat when that bitch started
Tried to pull out the lot, but I left him where his car was parked
I had to stash a hundred in the safe, the rest in the carpet
If I see his mans, he gon' die, ain't no f*cking talking
My dukes knew I was a star before I started walking
If you said you could be my ass, why you stay talking
Put a grocery bag around the chopper, name at the target
I get so much paper, you could probably see it through the drawers
My crack head got about five bands on the track hook
KFC cause I'm a chicken head with the hot sauce
Big G, PVA's on my chest, you got to knock off
She wearing veneers, you can't be checking when you lock jaw
BB-8, chop drone, niggas from the furrow
Niggas scam, he can't even work from a nine to two
Fat freak, bitch in the club, that shit grind or two
308 got some power on it, like a black mule
This head got split with the chop, now it's like Play-Doh
Yes, I etch y'all bitch out, I call the mayor
Bag of blues in my, alright, damn
Bag of blues in my, shit
Bag of blues in my weight bag, I call it cargo
She like it when I tape, when we f*ck, I'm James Fargo
It's the real me, it's the real me
It's the real me, it's the real me
It's the real me, it's the real me
Writer: Daveon Moore
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