Helluva made this beat, baby
Hmm
When I needed love from my pops, they imprisoned him
Would've been f*cked if I didn't grow as Dennis kid (I can't imagine)
Prime example of loyal like I invented it (huh)
He don't put on for the gain, I don't see or remember him (who?)
They're hoverin' the sauce and the data
They ain't never give a hand, rope or ladder (haha)
I can't speak the peace with that chatter (nah)
I can't seek the peace with my bladder
Niggas movin' wrong, can't live in their honesty (nah)
I don't bend backs for these niggas, honestly (honestly)
It took me years to leave poverty (it did)
Lost a soldier, no chance to say goodbye to me (goodbye)
But this time around, I hold that shit down (hold that shit down)
This time around, I up on that pound (up on that pound)
None of my opps could terrorize the town (terrorize the town)
F*ck up the club and duck from the sounds (duck, duck, duck)
Come play with the clicky if you wanna see it skeet (uh-huh)
Don't play with the stitchy 'less you wanna see it squeeze (uh-huh)
Pussy be the wettest, turn him into aquafeen (uh-huh)
It ain't my thing to do my thing without my gang and not my team
W-w-w-word to mother, I be feelin' so empty (so empty)
Word to mother, on my brother, he Biggy (he Biggy)
He could've been dead in the feds with a six piece (with a six piece)
As a kid was leanin' off the edge, beggin' 'em to get me
Rah-ta-ta, rah-ta-ta, rah-ta-ta
Big gator, uh, cannot be f*cked with
Rah-ta-ta, rah-ta-ta, rah-ta-ta
Tone it down, with a bitch you can't f*ck with, hurr
Hurr
Hurr
Hurr
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Helluva made this beat, baby
Hmm
When I needed love from my pops, they imprisoned him
Would've been f*cked if I didn't grow as Dennis kid (I can't imagine)
Prime example of loyal like I invented it (huh)
He don't put on for the gain, I don't see or remember him (who?)
They're hoverin' the sauce and the data
They ain't never give a hand, rope or ladder (haha)
I can't speak the peace with that chatter (nah)
I can't seek the peace with my bladder
Niggas movin' wrong, can't live in their honesty (nah)
I don't bend backs for these niggas, honestly (honestly)
It took me years to leave poverty (it did)
Lost a soldier, no chance to say goodbye to me (goodbye)
But this time around, I hold that shit down (hold that shit down)
This time around, I up on that pound (up on that pound)
None of my opps could terrorize the town (terrorize the town)
F*ck up the club and duck from the sounds (duck, duck, duck)
Come play with the clicky if you wanna see it skeet (uh-huh)
Don't play with the stitchy 'less you wanna see it squeeze (uh-huh)
Pussy be the wettest, turn him into aquafeen (uh-huh)
It ain't my thing to do my thing without my gang and not my team
W-w-w-word to mother, I be feelin' so empty (so empty)
Word to mother, on my brother, he Biggy (he Biggy)
He could've been dead in the feds with a six piece (with a six piece)
As a kid was leanin' off the edge, beggin' 'em to get me
Rah-ta-ta, rah-ta-ta, rah-ta-ta
Big gator, uh, cannot be f*cked with
Rah-ta-ta, rah-ta-ta, rah-ta-ta
Tone it down, with a bitch you can't f*ck with, hurr
Hurr
Hurr
Hurr
Hmm
When I needed love from my pops, they imprisoned him
Would've been f*cked if I didn't grow as Dennis kid (I can't imagine)
Prime example of loyal like I invented it (huh)
He don't put on for the gain, I don't see or remember him (who?)
They're hoverin' the sauce and the data
They ain't never give a hand, rope or ladder (haha)
I can't speak the peace with that chatter (nah)
I can't seek the peace with my bladder
Niggas movin' wrong, can't live in their honesty (nah)
I don't bend backs for these niggas, honestly (honestly)
It took me years to leave poverty (it did)
Lost a soldier, no chance to say goodbye to me (goodbye)
But this time around, I hold that shit down (hold that shit down)
This time around, I up on that pound (up on that pound)
None of my opps could terrorize the town (terrorize the town)
F*ck up the club and duck from the sounds (duck, duck, duck)
Come play with the clicky if you wanna see it skeet (uh-huh)
Don't play with the stitchy 'less you wanna see it squeeze (uh-huh)
Pussy be the wettest, turn him into aquafeen (uh-huh)
It ain't my thing to do my thing without my gang and not my team
W-w-w-word to mother, I be feelin' so empty (so empty)
Word to mother, on my brother, he Biggy (he Biggy)
He could've been dead in the feds with a six piece (with a six piece)
As a kid was leanin' off the edge, beggin' 'em to get me
Rah-ta-ta, rah-ta-ta, rah-ta-ta
Big gator, uh, cannot be f*cked with
Rah-ta-ta, rah-ta-ta, rah-ta-ta
Tone it down, with a bitch you can't f*ck with, hurr
Hurr
Hurr
Hurr
Writer: Martin McCurtis, Shyniece Thomas
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC