I just wanna say fuck you
For all the bitch ass shit you do
Don't won't me and my people to come through
Dressed in all black
We came here to handle that, so where the fuck y'all niggas at
I just wanna say fuck you
For all the bitch ass shit you do
Don't won't me and my people to come through
Dressed in all black
We came here to handle that, so where y'all coward asses at
Use to be my homie, but you stole from me like you didn't know me
With friends like you-now wonder I don't have homies
'Cause I was down like four flats without a jack for ya
Instead of robbin ya enemy-you attacted ya brother
Now go run and tell all ya people that I'm actin' funny
Don't forget to tell 'em what you stole-that's that gas money
I would've took a bullet for you bro-but fuck you though
Nowadays niggas ain't shit, but y'all already know
I can do bad on my own
But when I'm earnin' I'm one deep I get my cash on my own
I don't need no assistance-keep a creese in my slacks
Only teflon bullets, and all the pistols I pack
Crispy highs in the front, big ole bang in the back
Grape cigerillo blunt, big ole buds in the sack
Screw blue candy paint-tell me what's fuckin' wit' that
I don't trust none of my people-keep my hands on my strap
Straight like that...
I just wanna say fuck you
For all the bitch ass shit you do
Don't won't me and my people to come through
Dressed in all black
We came here to handle that, so where the fuck y'all niggas at
I just wanna say fuck you
For all the bitch ass shit you do
Don't won't me and my people to come through
Dressed in all black
We came here to handle that, so where y'all coward asses at
Don't want no woman-I would rather be a gigilo
No feelings involved, call me Mr.hit that hoe
She got it twisted, 'cause I'll be damned if I kiss that hoe
Mo City, Texas and we be damned if we don't get that dough
Lookin' so fly, homie-my gators have eyes
I bet I won't ride in it, if it ain't been customized
Twenty-thousand worth of all these diamonds in my mouth
And he do my tats-I get my shit done at the house
Fuck waitin' in a line-'cause I'm in my own lane
Y'all keep doin' what y'all doin', I'll do my own thing
I'm ahead of the game, might as well be the coach
Shootin' spiders off that glass-so I'm rollin' on fo's
Homie it's so much smoke, I can reach out and touch it
I'm high then a bitch but always on my note in-public
I do what I do to get paid, most my people love it
With my niggas spendin' whatever I want, you better not touch it
I'm hustlin...
I just wanna say fuck you
For all the bitch ass shit you do
Don't won't me and my people to come through
Dressed in all black
We came here to handle that, so where the fuck y'all niggas at
I just wanna say fuck you
For all the bitch ass shit you do
Don't won't me and my people to come through
Dressed in all black
We came here to handle that, so where y'all coward asses at
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