Oh man the music
Let's go
Lights, camera, action niggas
Edge on capture niggas
When you at me then attack me on my Instagram pictures
That's the new thug *, uh
Try again
But if I said it didn't hurt me I'd be lying in
So I take it in stride
Bitch G-Code
215, 10-hour drive into my D-Mode
And that's the 313
So you all ready?
Middle finger to you hoes
I'll cut off y'all petty
I don't need no bitches
Just my two seeds, a two-seater
New beats, a new album, two weeks
Oh yeah, I'm gon' go like
Like that
Baby, we got action
Sometimes you gotta * with the worker
Just to tax him
But then it's all boss
Not Tony, only Sosa's black test
The roaster's wrapped up in mob posters
Bitch, I'm supposed to be here
It was destined
* CCWs and scribes
On my Smith & Wesson
Bitch, you're for the law
Bitch, you're for the rim
To the supplier, the supplier
That's supplying him
That's the top ship
Like a
Raekwon
My circle's round, you bitches
Skates on
Now start *
Till you say something
So please say something
I like it that way
Say when you get away
The mice coming
So pussy a pest
I'ma bite something
Trick like something
I just need my trunk
Lil' LJ
Cut a bitch up like I'm OJ
No, I ain't okay
I got a * problem
Ha!
Head crazy
I got a sucking problem
They call it Fiji
I call it kryptonite
Some blood might shed over it
Might be a kryptonite
Game over when he hit that motherfucking light
Off or on
Tattoos glistening like I'm starved for
Janet Jameson
All three shots of the Jameson
All I had to do was spit something
And he came again
Eat that thing right, nigga
What's your name again?
What's your name again?
Woo!
I might be claiming him
Do the gang dirt
Cause I play to win
Black with the basketball seat
So I trade it in
Take your city star athlete
Till they traded him
Then take your city star D-boy
Till they raided him
Bitch, I'm raided him