10 Bands Remix

I ain’t never backing down from nothing If we ain't come together Fuck it I don’t trust em I know my real niggas Swear to God I love em I know my fake niggas One day I’ma crush em Fuck a Judas you ain’t eating at my supper Steal yo mother Pay that money if you love her Cause I done built this shit Ground to the fuck up You ain't believe it then Now shut the fuck up Now I been riding round Coolin with my swellow's Granddaddy purp up in the rillo Don't even smoke but tonight I'm getting mellow I know we good Tune Jr. got the metal Old bitches trine hit my cello New niggas talking like know me from the ghetto When I had the Huffy riding out with one pedal Remember when my momma told me they ain’t on my level Now I’m in these freaks Off the leash Streets poppin like grease Niggas took my stage presence Then they copy my beats Sadly they can’t take story doe They was horny for Oreos I poorer than water Crossed the border Passport had a court order Now my case brought up Can't even snapchat the shit A nigga stay caught up But fuck the indictment White bitch ride my dick till she lifeless Got the lube up in the drawer By the spot where my knife is Heard her daddy was a cop I whoop that bitch with my night stick 50 Shades of yea it’s wrong But can’t say you don’t like this Fucking wit me driving through the rain wit no wipers Niggas talking shit I whip around wit no diaper Same bitch that used kiss my balls You gone wife her Find out then you pissed off I’m like chill it’s aight brush Niggas cuffin hoes all the time I only cuff a broad if she can recognize my grind Match the shit then get her own Cause stuntin on my mind Rock a gucci bucket like There’s something on my mind oh lord Fuck it I don’t rap no more I’m trine fuck Taraji P Til' she can’t act no more Too easy I don’t want no fans no more I got they hands hurting Niggas can’t clap no more Bout to cop a pc Don’t want a Mac no more I just Bill Gates I got his ass on hold