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Mmh, hmm
If they body, I'm gon'
Wow, I ain't know I was this, ooh
If they, wow (DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)
They ain't know I was, hmm
If they body drop, I'm gon' smile
Wow, they ain't know I was this violent
If they body drop, I'm gon' smile
Wow, I ain't know I was this violent, huh
Bitch, I'm St. Louis off of Players Club, huh
Shoot a deuce up, it make me feel good, huh
Then your bitch give me neck and it's real good
Dependin' on how many Percs I pop, I might tear up, huh
If they body, I'm gon'
Wow, I ain't know I was this, ooh
If they, wow (DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)
They ain't know I was, hmm
If they body drop, I'm gon' smile
Wow, they ain't know I was this violent
If they body drop, I'm gon' smile
Wow, I ain't know I was this violent, huh
Bitch, I'm St. Louis off of Players Club, huh
Shoot a deuce up, it make me feel good, huh
Then your bitch give me neck and it's real good
Dependin' on how many Percs I pop, I might tear up, huh
We don't shoot off in the air, this ain't New Year's, huh
We ain't shootin' off no flares, ain't no SOS, huh
He is not bulletproof, ain't no S on chest, huh
I don't sip Kryptonite, bitch, just Wockhardt, huh
Lil' ho just did some weird shit, made me block her, hmm
Keep that bitch usin' no hands, playin' soccer, huh
Grab that bitch with both hands, had to dutch it
Pussy almost so good, speak in public, hmm
I don't cheat the grind, Chris Douglas, hmm
If I'm here or Dubai, I get money, huh
Boy, you on the sideline, I get buckets, huh
Been bustin' it since '09, hit my Dougie, uh (DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)
We ain't shootin' off no flares, ain't no SOS, huh
He is not bulletproof, ain't no S on chest, huh
I don't sip Kryptonite, bitch, just Wockhardt, huh
Lil' ho just did some weird shit, made me block her, hmm
Keep that bitch usin' no hands, playin' soccer, huh
Grab that bitch with both hands, had to dutch it
Pussy almost so good, speak in public, hmm
I don't cheat the grind, Chris Douglas, hmm
If I'm here or Dubai, I get money, huh
Boy, you on the sideline, I get buckets, huh
Been bustin' it since '09, hit my Dougie, uh (DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)
Been bustin' it since '09, hit my Dougie, uh
Dog food on my side like my buddy, uh
Trust my hustle same way I trust my brother, uh
Bust your head same way I bust that brick open
Bust your lil' homies, bust your big homies
Big FN on me, same way your bitch on me
Icy kit on me, and that shit on me
Boy, I'm shit talkin', bitch, you dick suckin'
Bitch, I'm shit talkin', boy, you dick suckin'
All them niggas that you with, they never did nothin'
Huh, if you gettin' money, how come you ain't spend nothin'?
You be on the block like I be on it, you ain't spinned one
Fuck it, bust a U-ey, let me hop out
I'm gon' do it, they won't do it, make 'em pop out, hmm
Dog food on my side like my buddy, uh
Trust my hustle same way I trust my brother, uh
Bust your head same way I bust that brick open
Bust your lil' homies, bust your big homies
Big FN on me, same way your bitch on me
Icy kit on me, and that shit on me
Boy, I'm shit talkin', bitch, you dick suckin'
Bitch, I'm shit talkin', boy, you dick suckin'
All them niggas that you with, they never did nothin'
Huh, if you gettin' money, how come you ain't spend nothin'?
You be on the block like I be on it, you ain't spinned one
Fuck it, bust a U-ey, let me hop out
I'm gon' do it, they won't do it, make 'em pop out, hmm
Shoot twelve at his kufi, make him cop out
Mmh, hit his bitch from the back, make her tap, tap, uh
Her lil' booty is the only thing gon' clap back, huh
I keep tools in each and every one of my backpacks, huh
Tell my cousin get it crackin', I'm a Blood, get it brackin', hmm
Hit Choppa Lee to bring that gas mask, uh
'Bout to stop smoking squares 'cause I'm tired of 'em
Same time, start smokin' squares 'cause I'm tired of 'em, hmm
Told that boy that he was pressure, they done lied to him, huh
I'm the main nigga pressure in my bity, ayy, huh
Huh, lay the law, nah, nigga, I don't fuck with it
Mmh, hit his bitch from the back, make her tap, tap, uh
Her lil' booty is the only thing gon' clap back, huh
I keep tools in each and every one of my backpacks, huh
Tell my cousin get it crackin', I'm a Blood, get it brackin', hmm
Hit Choppa Lee to bring that gas mask, uh
'Bout to stop smoking squares 'cause I'm tired of 'em
Same time, start smokin' squares 'cause I'm tired of 'em, hmm
Told that boy that he was pressure, they done lied to him, huh
I'm the main nigga pressure in my bity, ayy, huh
Huh, lay the law, nah, nigga, I don't fuck with it
I don't wanna hit that pussy if I can't get rough with it
Knuck if you buck, if it's up, then it's stuck with me
Knuck if you buck, if it's up, then it's stuck with me, damn
If they body drop, I'm gon' smile
Wow, they ain't know I was this violent
If they body drop, I'm gon' smile
Wow, I ain't know I was this violent, huh
Bitch, I'm St. Louis off of Players Club, huh
Shoot a deuce up, it make me feel good, huh
Then your bitch give me neck and it's real good
Dependin' on how many Percs I pop, I might tear up, huh
Knuck if you buck, if it's up, then it's stuck with me
Knuck if you buck, if it's up, then it's stuck with me, damn
If they body drop, I'm gon' smile
Wow, they ain't know I was this violent
If they body drop, I'm gon' smile
Wow, I ain't know I was this violent, huh
Bitch, I'm St. Louis off of Players Club, huh
Shoot a deuce up, it make me feel good, huh
Then your bitch give me neck and it's real good
Dependin' on how many Percs I pop, I might tear up, huh
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