Im a slimey n**** I walk down with the nine
Your bitch on dick she had a good time
Ima kill for my n**** I dont play bout mine
Got that powder in the kitchen look like I'm frying
If you purping on me then your brother dying
Two shots to his head now your mother crying
You know that I'm with my n**** till the end
Money team only I don't got no friends
Can't f*ck with that n**** Cause he is not kin
Two chopsticks on me we gon click at your men
Free my cousin he still locked in the pen
Heard lul cuzz hot he snitching on his men
Hold lullkhi yea spin a bin
Backdoor shit n**** f*ck your men
Ima Rockout with metal n**** like the Beatles
See your ass in the parking lot no don cheadle
Pistol whip put a bump on his head like the measles
I'm serving birds I'm not talking bout seagulls
Got that glick on my hip and you know it's illegal
Told that b**** I'm tryn f*ck I met her at The regal
You ain't know he was purping I told you that we knew
That n**** ain't fly he something like a emu
If you on bullshit I'm like Stevie can't see you
Them racks came in, I went and bought a P
Heard that nigga was mad cause he can't be me
I'm waving that glock like John cena can't see
I'm kicking that shit like I'm Bruce lee
Feds ask how he died told them don't ask me
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Im a slimey n**** I walk down with the nine
Your bitch on dick she had a good time
Ima kill for my n**** I dont play bout mine
Got that powder in the kitchen look like I'm frying
If you purping on me then your brother dying
Two shots to his head now your mother crying
You know that I'm with my n**** till the end
Money team only I don't got no friends
Can't f*ck with that n**** Cause he is not kin
Two chopsticks on me we gon click at your men
Free my cousin he still locked in the pen
Heard lul cuzz hot he snitching on his men
Hold lullkhi yea spin a bin
Backdoor shit n**** f*ck your men
Ima Rockout with metal n**** like the Beatles
See your ass in the parking lot no don cheadle
Pistol whip put a bump on his head like the measles
I'm serving birds I'm not talking bout seagulls
Got that glick on my hip and you know it's illegal
Told that b**** I'm tryn f*ck I met her at The regal
You ain't know he was purping I told you that we knew
That n**** ain't fly he something like a emu
If you on bullshit I'm like Stevie can't see you
Them racks came in, I went and bought a P
Heard that nigga was mad cause he can't be me
I'm waving that glock like John cena can't see
I'm kicking that shit like I'm Bruce lee
Feds ask how he died told them don't ask me
Your bitch on dick she had a good time
Ima kill for my n**** I dont play bout mine
Got that powder in the kitchen look like I'm frying
If you purping on me then your brother dying
Two shots to his head now your mother crying
You know that I'm with my n**** till the end
Money team only I don't got no friends
Can't f*ck with that n**** Cause he is not kin
Two chopsticks on me we gon click at your men
Free my cousin he still locked in the pen
Heard lul cuzz hot he snitching on his men
Hold lullkhi yea spin a bin
Backdoor shit n**** f*ck your men
Ima Rockout with metal n**** like the Beatles
See your ass in the parking lot no don cheadle
Pistol whip put a bump on his head like the measles
I'm serving birds I'm not talking bout seagulls
Got that glick on my hip and you know it's illegal
Told that b**** I'm tryn f*ck I met her at The regal
You ain't know he was purping I told you that we knew
That n**** ain't fly he something like a emu
If you on bullshit I'm like Stevie can't see you
Them racks came in, I went and bought a P
Heard that nigga was mad cause he can't be me
I'm waving that glock like John cena can't see
I'm kicking that shit like I'm Bruce lee
Feds ask how he died told them don't ask me
Writer: Charles Payne
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