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(Iced Up Records) All I do is pop my shit, I get boy the nicer ho Get the Rolls, buy two bricks, I ain't got no license, though Dog shit fill up my pants, bitch, I need a diaper on I get dressed, put on that shit, got Louis sneaks and my cologne All these niggas rap like me, mm, bitch, I made them niggas Can't keep up, but can compete, there's too much of paper difference Did a show with 50 Gs, bought two Dracs and eighty pistols Yellow Percocet Chinese with Ty, his neighbor crippled (Iced Up Records) I got Chanel, no lil' plate, dog, yeah, I ate 'em bitches Black and white and Asian bitches, I just have my way with bitches We're okay, and he from the eight, I'm from the sixth, we 86 There's some niggas out here tellin' 'bout some shit I can't even mention Got more children than your whole team Lil' Willy said them feds watchin', keep your nose clean Money long, nigga, I still be spendin' old cheese Got a hundred rounds sittin' in that Drac', this bitch a long sleeve I ain't doin' no rap beef, yeah, bitch, I'm from that way Think my young nigga MUA, he'll pull up and paint your face Are you out here cashin' hoes? We let that bitch play in your face Takin' risk about that pape', we crash out and catch a case Nothin' but slips sittin' in my safe, a half of million, give or take This baloons a candlelight, reach for my chain, this shit ain't safe I ain't friendly with these niggas, fuck 'em, mane, these niggas jakes I add em' up to the woods, shit, I'd rather be with snakes Mm, out the mud, nigga, fuck the law, nigga Weight the dog about a tons, nigga Big bag, cuh, got bounty hunters, that's my blood niggas GI stones, that shit you rock, that's what my son'll get, nigga Yeah, man, fuck these niggas These niggas, they ain't fuckin' with me I ain't got nothing else to say, bro, cut that bitch up, bitch
Writer(s): Icewear Vezzo, Artem Raschepkin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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