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[Verse 1: Chubby Jag] Look, on my mama he a beast, he chilling Heard he in the streets, he dealing, flip more, reek the villain Bake chief, I be smoking in my tepee chilling My little goon just caught a body, but at least he killing For show the nine'll spark bullets rip your spine apart Ice got me drowning, niggas clowinin', watch us climb the charts Oh yea, I grind with sharks. I was with 'em last night Come to fiends, I'm the one they come to with the glass pipes Stackin' on my stacks, just so I can get my cash right While with the coca, runnin' miles on my mass pipe But I don't double them, I don't got a Maybach Soon as niggas spend I'm thinkin', what niggas could make back Hit a poppy, I sent him 2, he send me 8 back Gorilla, where my apes at, I'm Rocky nigga, A$AP Niggas is joking, somebody told me makes back Well, tell me where the cake at, the jewels and the safe at The train, A clap, I'm riding with vets that don't slit Now you talking out the side of your neck, blaw My whole team bucking, I come for the cream Cousin We see you faking, I see you straight like I'm mean mugging Yea, I'll be busting in my sleep like I'm dream fucking The smoke coming out the barrel like a steam oven I'll be whipping the pie hard, the stiff in the rod That's why my trips to the night, yea, I be shippin' the blocks I'm mad happy, I'm filled with punches, I'm jab happy Couldn't cut it in school, but now I'm stab happy And now I've got the bad bitches getting mad at me Everything cost, gotta pay me just to grab at me Got to the bank, and the teller throwin' bags at me Car lot, got the car, dealer throwin' Jags at me We on that new shit, Rainman in the booth shit Work in the trunk (??), we too thick I'm riding like bad tires, been working, I'm mad tired Jag fired, got the Family Guy on, it's Quagmire Nigga I'm scorching, I'm past fire, lava land I come from South Central, the home of a lot of Champs I got a camp that I roam with, and you got us amped My name been up in the streets, like I got a stamp I'm too hot, with the blue rocks in my diamond bag We buzzing like hornets, I'm balling out in my Cayman back [Verse 2: Cassidy] Yea, I'm getting the best haze from some Ese's Front my niggas work and they grinding' till all their debts paid Believe me, it could get greasy like fresh waves Run up on you, pull a gun up on you, long as my left leg Y'all folk would get your jaw broke, or your chest cage I use the Gillette blade, to cut you like a fresh fade I'm always on my job, I never get no rest days I'm sittin' on the yolk, like a fresh laid, Nestle I just cop the watch with the guap that I've just made The rock see through, like my watch got X-Ray And I'm a sex slave for punto de cuenta Kentai, I'm straight like 6 o'clock, but you've been gay I don't know how them other men play, I've gotta get guap So I'll be choping them blocks, like I'm a sensei Comprender, my clientele order quarters I could make that white bitch swim in some boiling water And I've got your chick open like a C-section Giving me neck, and she don't have no gag reflex You'll be tricking 'em bitches, I'm having free sex My homies like, we next, every night a freak fest She a freak with some double D breasts I'm fly as a Pterodactyl, she eat the meat like a T-Rex Fuck the BS, I'm moving that Ryan Seacrest Grinding, shining like a diamond, VVS Yes, I'm on the strip to the packet bong Lookin' for a nigga I could empty out the ratchet on I clap the drone on the same strip that I'm trapping on Big kids get led in the same head, they hat is on I got a lot of diamonds, and a lot of platinum on Cause I rap, and I made this track that I'm rapping on These rap cats I be snackin' on, fuck it I'm cold blooded, in the summer time I need a jacket on Cats is drawn, I'd better get Lucy Liu I'm wearing (??), a Gucci belt, and some Gucci shoes I left this groupie with her coochie bruise And a red ass, cause her head trash, but coochie cool Kiss my back side, I just bought a coupe and made the Back seat give the roof a piggy back ride And the pink change colors like a kitty cat eye That's crack nigga, cause I'm the shit like cat litter It's a rap nigga [Verse 3: AR-AB] (VERSE NEEDS PROOF READING AND EDITTING STILL) They say money make the world spin I'm at the Louis store, spendin' like a whirlwind And put your RA cryin' 'bout a girlfriend I'd rather get the pyrex and drop your end I get straight to the pussy, no foreplay I was sittin' in jail for a short stay And let that nigga show up on court day I'm a show him a moon in broad day AK street sweep, no duff pan Cut grams, play the corners like a cut man I left school, used to hang in the hookie house I dropped all N word and pulled the cookie house Big money, gotta count for 3 days White girl, I make you drop like D Wade Perk Lee, Sour D, you're the pea haze I had your girl tell me I've got 3 legs I be with goons that take lives 10 stacks to the ground when I shake dice Bad bitch in the car, that's straight dike Fat ass with jaw like a great white Night horror, move it all on the late night 20 large in my drawer but I could take flight I'm in LA, I'm a Road Runner So fuck lap, I'm getting burned for the lil numbers I'm a rich taker, I get big paper I've got a Mag 32 for my brick playaz Or EA's just a set and I'm the dictator 20 grand is a bet and that's shit paper I took a brown paper bag to the car lot Drove off, red Jag and his hard top I carry big guns thata make a car stop Give my young'un 9 soft and get a mall shot I used to walk around with hoes in my snickers Now my block move night hoes in my sleep Rolled from the streets and live in the line of fire Pull up, bang on 'em, stock myer I got nigga thata bring it to your mom homes Hidin' in the bush, 30 shot, 9 off So what your life like? I showed you what mine about Sellin' weed, rock bricks, I took 9 out I get guap, I was raised on a drug block I'm a goon, I keep a mass in the glove box We was poor, we didn't get to eat our grub hot Now I'm at the car lot with a drugnot
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