Y'all niggas lame for that,
y'all niggas lame for that
should be ashamed of that
Young niggas banging back,
Then we gon' fade to black then
You wasn't blessed with ambition so
who you gon' blame for that
Tried to get off the Act,
still didn't know how to act
Still pull up in the back,
sit my ass right in the back
Tell my driver when he open my
Double Saran everything so that
Double salute anybody that
Some of y'all probably still owe
In the back in the back in the
I had that work right in front of me,
fuck all you niggas you wannabes
Most of you niggas is under mes,
I'mma give ya ass some to see
My car don't have car keys,
Pussy smell like sardine you,
need to get up off my lawn please
This a real nigga conversation,
real nigga demonstration real niggas
No Crystal or Hilfigers, a bunch
A bunch of red young tenders,
dark skin queens, Puerto Rican princess's
Scratch my hand my palms itching,
hit the dope start twitching
This a new kinda kitchen,
marble countertops, see through fridge
3 thousand for the microwave,
touchscreen stove lil bitch!!
Please don't make me relapse,
make me start back trappin'
saying that boy Tity done started back snapping
I'm gon' hit the club tonight, yeah
I'm gon' hit the club tonight, yeah
I'm gon' hit the club tonight, yeah
Tell her let's go have a bite,
tell her let's go have a bite
I'm gon' hit the club tonight, yeah
I'm gon' hit the club tonight, yeah
I'm gon' hit the club tonight, yeah
Treat every night like it's Saturday night,
like it's Saturday night, yeah
trap no one cooked at night,
I treat my third stripe like its Kryptonite
I stopped serving sacks over qualified,
have you ever seen a homicide?
Have you ever seen ya partna die? Have
you ever been traumatized
Even at graduation I had a bookbag full of yams,
Enough of the negative actions,
I got my paycheck off passion
I'm wearing 4 bracelets for fashion,
don't think its a race when I pass you
Stop talking that mafia shit,
you never met Meech, J-bo or Illz
Luda charged me just to dip,
was there when Chaka was swung on by Tip
I'm like oh shit we gon' tear up this bitch,
pull out a stick when you put up your fist
I'm like these niggas done fucked up my fit,
funny how heaven and hell co exist
Funny how life can put you in the mix,
I sold the pounds and go hustle the bricks
I booked studio with the trap money,
Lil Wayne used to come get the bags from me
You still asking niggas for gas money,
I look at these rappers like crash dummies
I look at these bitches that fuck with these rappers
like bitch you just fucked with my last homie
Kesha can come get the last from me,
Heaven can come get the last from me
Harmony can come get the last from me,
Halo can come get the last from me mama
I'm gon' hit the club tonight, yeah
I'm gon' hit the club tonight, yeah
I'm gon' hit the club tonight, yeah
Tell her let's go have a bite,
tell her let's go have a bite
I'm gon' hit the club tonight, yeah
I'm gon' hit the club tonight, yeah
I'm gon' hit the club tonight, yeah
Treat every night like it's Saturday night, like it's Saturday night,
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