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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 53 acres 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 53 acres 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