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Pack came in d**e showed up
Word gettin'out phone blowin'up
Loose lips will get your mouth sewn up
Count f**ked up house blown up
Count f**ked up house blown up
F**kin'with me and my niggas we fed up yeah
Ni**a f**kin'with me it's a man down
Lord I promise I been tryin'to change my ways
Seems like the money and the b**ches in my way
I lost my mind so for my enemies I pray
I look the police in their face say crime pays crime pays
Get that yay whip that yay
F**kin'with me and my niggas we fed up
F**kin'with me and my niggas it's man down
So much d**e in the trunk but when I hit the city I ran out
So much d**e in the trunk but when I hit the city I ran out
Got a coc*ine wrist
Never spend a dollar on a broke lame b**ch
Pocket full of bands
They my motherf**kin'friends till the end
Cause these niggas and these hoes ain't sh*t
Say good lord
Got a coc*ine wrist
Never spend a dollar on a broke lame b**ch
Pocket full of bands
They my motherf**kin'friends till the end
Cause these niggas and these hoes ain't sh*t
Say good lord
Lord I promise I been tryin'to change my ways
Seems like the money and the b**ches in my way
I lost my mind so for my enemies I pray
I look the police in their face say crime pays
Say why you wanna go to war with me to war with me
I got choppers in the car with me the squad with me
You don't want to go to war with me to war with me
I got choppers in the car with me the squad with me
B**ch I'm smokin'on that schwarzenegger that terminator
I put meat and potatoes on tables from flippin'yayo
My amigo got 53acres a regulator
Got big nuts I say f**k the world I might impregnate her
I'm a shark with the fork and the pot the calculator
Don't get popped with the flex and finesse
Don't try my paper
I spray niggas straight till they can bless up
Black activator
My amigo got 53acres a regulator
Drivin'up lets get this paper get this paper
F**kin'with me and my niggas we fed up
F**kin'with me and my niggas it's man down
B**ch I'm back on that d**e boy I'm codeine and molly and xan'd out
I relapse on that d**e boy I'm codeine and molly and xan'd out
With a coc*ine wrist
Never spend a dollar on a broke lame b**ch
Pocket full of bands
They my motherf**kin'friends till the end
Cause these niggas and these hoes ain't sh*t
Say good lord
Got a coc*ine wrist
Never spend a dollar on a broke lame b**ch
Pocket full of bands
They my motherf**kin'friends till the end
Cause these niggas and these hoes ain't sh*t
Say good lord
Lord I promise I been tryin'to change my ways
Seems like the money and the b**ches in my way
I lost my mind so for my enemies I pray
I look the police in their face say crime pays
Say why you wanna go to war with me to war with me
I got choppers in the car with me the squad with me
You don't want to go to war with me
Go to war with me
I got choppers in the car with me the squad with me