Maybe in this song,
you shouldn't start by saying
MMMM I've said it, I know that you mad
I've emptied the clip over friendlier jabs
You mentioned my seed,
now deal with his dad
I gotta go bad,
I gotta go bad
Mmm,
mmm
Yeah, drop,
drop, drop, drop
Drop a 50 bag for the mob and a spy
Drop a 50 bag,
29 for the thot
Uh,
I was really, really tryna keep it PG
I was really, really tryna keep it PG
If you had a set,
they'd give your ass a DP
But you civilian gangin' real like you PC
You know who really bang a set, my nigga YG
You know who really bang a set,
my nigga Chuck T
You know who even bang a set out there, it's CB
It's cold, lose a sleeve on this, it ain't me
You better have some paperwork or that * fake T
Can't be rappin' bout no rappin' that we can't read
I mean it's true a nigga slimey for my AP
Just like how Metro a nigga slimey for his main squeeze
Out here begging for attention, say please
Always rapping like you about to get the slaves free
You just acting like a activist,
it's make-believe Don't even go back to your hood and plant no money trees
Say you hate the girls,
I don't know what you really mean
I been with black and white and everything that's in between
You the black messiah wiping up a mixed queen
And hit vanilla cream to help out with your self-esteem
Also, Bobby, I wanna know what Whitney need
All that puppy love was over in y'all late teens
Why you never hold your son and tell him say cheese?
We could've left the kids out of this,
don't blame me You a dog and you know it,
you just play sweet
Your baby mama cash was always screaming,
save me You did it dirty all your life,
you tryna make peace
I heard that one of them little kids might be day free
Don't make it day freeze
Cause if your GM is your B.M.
secret B.D.
Then this is all making plenty sense to me Hey,
let that shorty breathe Shake that d***
Hands on your knees Hands on your knees
Hands on your knees Shake that d***,
Dre Now shake that d***, Free Yeah,
yeah We're not that kind of free I'm talking about my d***,
Dave Yo man, the Lil' K, we call that d*** the mini-Dre
He always said I overlooked him I was staring straight
These bars go over Kenny here No matter what I say
I know you like to keep it short So let me paraphrase
Knew it was smoke,
weren't able to hit us with the serenade
Say, uh, uh, almost started reaching for my waist Drop, drop, drop,
drop
Drop a 50 bag for the mob and a spot
Drop a 50 bag,
29 for the thot
Uh,
I was really, really trying to keep it
Yo,
you stop playing around and take this * seriously
It's a joke, I take it seriously
Yo.
Look,
if Drake Shooter's doing TikToks,
really shooting your gang,
that's peace, brother.
Y'all ain't getting shot.
Can't listen to this nigga talking falsetto,
saving for a hip-hop.
Y'all don't even be a home dog.
You a souvenir out the gift shop.
Still mad about that one.
We ain't even, I just lip-locked with her.
I get acting when it's war time.
I ain't even really let my drop.
What the, I heard Rick drop.
Talking something about a nose job.
Old Zimmy got a side effect of jealousy and doubt.
I never told y'all.
Put it in the bars,
let it rock.
It's kinda like your old job,
house sitting on some land
But it's out with no one even really know y'all
Gotta drive two hours for you to pay them just to give a
Must've started up a snowball
Cause my last record deal was 400 N's
These days that's a low bar
Ay,
who's next on the list?
Which one of my soul card?
Which one of my soul card?
Which one of my soul card?
Need a shelf and a cliff
Always knew I had to smoke y'all
Good kid, mad city fan Will pot a latch and make the door slide
Tears running down my cheek laughing at you dying
a war cry.
We get music getting played in all the spots where boys got a little more pride.
That's why all your friends dipping to Atlanta paying just to find a tour guide.
Able running bread need to buy some more chains for some more guys.
Let me find another street
I could take to the game court side.
Let me get a used Ferrari for a rapper take it on a horse
ride.
Anything to take a spotlight off the fact the boss is a drugged out little punk sissy from
the north side.
Rock him talking again.
Gas because you hit my being first.
Do the math who I was
hitting in.
I ain't even know you rest there because they only talking about your fit again.
Probably gotta have a kid again
Before you think of dropping any * again
Even when you do drop
They gon' say you shoulda modeled
Cause it's mid again
Smoking 50 But they shoulda put you on the first one
Tryna get it in
Ask Fring if this a good idea
The next time you cut it in a bit again
*, leave it till you leave the boy alone
Before you get your head split again
Two dogs made me sick to my stomach
We ain't never really been through it
Leland Wayne, he a f***ing lame
So I know he had to be an influence
These dicks had a plan
Then they finally found a way to rope you into it
Two separate albums, this and I just did a cam to it
F***ing cam through it
Me and Savage had the h*** dripping wet as shows,
almost had to swim to it
K-Dot, this only hitting hard when Baby King put his pen to it
Ross calling me the white boy and the h*** kinda got a ring to it
Cause all these rappers waving white flags while the whole h*** club sing to it
Murder scene on your man tonight,
they ain't coming to vigil with the candlelight
Body after body and you know Rick reading my Miranda rights
I'm going on vacation,
I hope next time y'all plan it right
Cause you gotta pay for saying my name,
guess now h***s understand the price
What's...
Boy,
when the sun beat and I kill you for fun,
your daddy got robbed by top
You stunting in Wayne like father like son,
Anthony set up the place
Coach, I'll be charging you double for none
They shook about what I'ma say,
but texting your phone like we already won,
you tell me what I shouldn't say
It's already done.
We already know it's a 20v1.
We already know why you want number one
It's clearly because of the boy,
the honorable thing is to give me the loot,
you right about the big three
It's only Big D and it's video proof Our son should go play at the park
Two light-skinned kids that will be cute Unless you don't wanna be seen
With anyone that isn't blacker than you We get it,
we got it The black of the bag,
the sweet of the juice We get that you like to put gin in your juice
We get that you think that you Bishop and Juice
When you put your hands on your girl Is it self-defense cause she bigger than you?
Your back is up against the curb You diggin' for dirt,
she be diggin' for proof
Why did you move to New York?
Is it cause you livin' that bachelor life?
Proposed in 2015, but don't wanna make her your actual wife
I'm guessing this wedding ain't happening right
Cause we know the girls that you actually like
The darkest secrets will come in the light
It's all on your face like what happened to Mike
I hope y'all make sense,
maybe I'm Prince and you actually Mike
Michael was praying his features would change
So people believe that he's actually white
Top would make you do features for change
Get on pop records and rap for the whites
And wait, you say your brother Jermaine
But you want him to stay out of the light
Just follow me right,
cause nothing you saying could bother me right
I get off a plane and nothing has changed I hit the Delilah with all of my ice
Hit the Delilah with all of my ice Hit the Delilah with all of my ice
Gotta be over by now for anyone out here that's calling it right You're dead
You're dead
You're dead
There's nowhere to hide
There's nowhere to hide You know what I mean
They hired a crisis management team To clean up the fact that you beat on your
queen The picture you painted ain't what it seemed You're dead