Get on the * ground.
Back at it, no crack at it, ho.
Y'all know what the * going on.
Back though, flow part three, nigga.
We in this bitch, nigga.
Oh, my, my.
* decent as hell.
Bitch, I'm back though, a.k.a. the biggest P.
Main and *, the back though, flow, but this right here, the chapter three.
Bitch, I'm 9'9", 2212, I'm from Tenneke.
When I hop out with this drum, I turn this bitch in to take heat.
Scratch that, boy, this Glee gon' have a rhythm, make me drop a beat.
Niggas thinkin' that they gangsta till they see me in they fleet.
Niggas actin' like they paid, but got a problem with a fee.
Long live the Justin, roll a dot, especially DP.
Long live my Uncle John, that * had hurt my dignity.
I damn near done seen it all, so what you think I did to me?
This boy stock up on his chalk, gon' put your kidney by your feet.
We Miami in 2010, the way we locked in with the heat.
I can tell the way you move your hands, you never shot no blip.
Niggas think they feigning for a head.
Get shot up in that *.
I be born to handle fire, but my whole life a oven, man.
You respect the ops, so do me, or expect you like a ***.
I been poppin' *, been droppin' * with these since middle school.
Boy, we load up 223s and barely use 762s.
I might rock a nigga's * and have him sleep out of the blue.
My whole team gotta eat, bitch, that's some * that you had new.
I'm a baller maker, should've took my talents to Purdue.
My lil' bitch, she said, I miss you, I lock back, I miss you too.
55 up in that thang, just enough to lead a few.
Boy, my daddy rough.
The folks, you know, his flag be black and blue.
And he bangin' to the right, this * go left, I got you, fool.
And they say I talk my * like Tupac, man, who shot at you?
Man, them money on my mind, but my whole life the carter too.
50 deep outside your residence, look like a barbecue.
Chop him up, then sit him down, boy, I'm gon' do what barbers do.
I was born with the sauce, and I'ma dip like Tartar too.
21 shots at your head, lil' nigga tryna slaughter you.
I got money on my mind, but I feel like the carter too.
Got the, inside your residence, look like a barbecue.
Chop him up, then sit him down, boy, I'm gon' do what barbers do.
I was born with the sauce, and I'ma dip like Tartar too.
21 shots at your head, lil' nigga tryna slaughter you.