Said I'm slidin wit a dirty k heard u still slidin wit a 38
You don't want no beef with 556 I bet he hit ya face
Feds behind the vette I bet I take em on a f*ckin chase
Bag up on my head I'm strapped to take my bitch out on a date
27 switchy ridn around with a felony
Won't never take my bitch up on no drill cause she might tell on me
Baby ask me how I get them racks shit they fell on me
She love the way I talk see I'm a dog wanna be a flea
Double cup look like diabetes but ain't nun sweet
Said u pimped ya hoe she came around and gave that shit up free
Break bread with all my dawgs give me one I bet I give em three
Bitch it's B.C not bout the guap then please don't talk to me
I came from the dirt that's why they feel me yeah I give em hope
We all come from the slums no pot to piss I know it's hard to cope
The only role models that I had shit they was sellin dope
So bitch I jumped up off the f*ckin porch and got it on my own
I went straight to the bag I ran straight to the cash
My dead loved ones make me fast ain't no such thing as Last
Now I just look at my past like look where we at
Cribs, whips, and the racks I ain't never goin' back
To that bullshit heard these pussies want me dead so I keep full clips
Let em try ta touch my man he'll see ah morgue quick
I don't like nobody disrespectful on my Dul shit
I'm sellin' (sshh) on the low that's yo man? He a hoe
You really thought she was the one I took your bitch and f*cked her throat
Tweak team don't want no smoke yeah they know that I'm on Goooooo
Bayonet up on the Drac pussy boy don't get poked
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Said I'm slidin wit a dirty k heard u still slidin wit a 38
You don't want no beef with 556 I bet he hit ya face
Feds behind the vette I bet I take em on a f*ckin chase
Bag up on my head I'm strapped to take my bitch out on a date
27 switchy ridn around with a felony
Won't never take my bitch up on no drill cause she might tell on me
Baby ask me how I get them racks shit they fell on me
She love the way I talk see I'm a dog wanna be a flea
Double cup look like diabetes but ain't nun sweet
Said u pimped ya hoe she came around and gave that shit up free
Break bread with all my dawgs give me one I bet I give em three
Bitch it's B.C not bout the guap then please don't talk to me
I came from the dirt that's why they feel me yeah I give em hope
We all come from the slums no pot to piss I know it's hard to cope
The only role models that I had shit they was sellin dope
So bitch I jumped up off the f*ckin porch and got it on my own
I went straight to the bag I ran straight to the cash
My dead loved ones make me fast ain't no such thing as Last
Now I just look at my past like look where we at
Cribs, whips, and the racks I ain't never goin' back
To that bullshit heard these pussies want me dead so I keep full clips
Let em try ta touch my man he'll see ah morgue quick
I don't like nobody disrespectful on my Dul shit
I'm sellin' (sshh) on the low that's yo man? He a hoe
You really thought she was the one I took your bitch and f*cked her throat
Tweak team don't want no smoke yeah they know that I'm on Goooooo
Bayonet up on the Drac pussy boy don't get poked
You don't want no beef with 556 I bet he hit ya face
Feds behind the vette I bet I take em on a f*ckin chase
Bag up on my head I'm strapped to take my bitch out on a date
27 switchy ridn around with a felony
Won't never take my bitch up on no drill cause she might tell on me
Baby ask me how I get them racks shit they fell on me
She love the way I talk see I'm a dog wanna be a flea
Double cup look like diabetes but ain't nun sweet
Said u pimped ya hoe she came around and gave that shit up free
Break bread with all my dawgs give me one I bet I give em three
Bitch it's B.C not bout the guap then please don't talk to me
I came from the dirt that's why they feel me yeah I give em hope
We all come from the slums no pot to piss I know it's hard to cope
The only role models that I had shit they was sellin dope
So bitch I jumped up off the f*ckin porch and got it on my own
I went straight to the bag I ran straight to the cash
My dead loved ones make me fast ain't no such thing as Last
Now I just look at my past like look where we at
Cribs, whips, and the racks I ain't never goin' back
To that bullshit heard these pussies want me dead so I keep full clips
Let em try ta touch my man he'll see ah morgue quick
I don't like nobody disrespectful on my Dul shit
I'm sellin' (sshh) on the low that's yo man? He a hoe
You really thought she was the one I took your bitch and f*cked her throat
Tweak team don't want no smoke yeah they know that I'm on Goooooo
Bayonet up on the Drac pussy boy don't get poked
Writer: Robbie Slagle
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