Miss Me With That Rap Shit (Feat. Boo & Slick Pulla)

[Verse 1] Hop straight up out the 'rari nigga Hat cocked, Glock cocked White tee, white ones, laced up, no socks (Gyeeeeaaaah) I'm the truth, I don't tell lies A straight G nigga, you can see it in my eyes We ain't playin over here Ain't shit funny Five whole days just to count the re-up money (Daaaaymmmmn) Had to send her to the store, three times man (Why?) Couldn't help it kept runnin outta rubberbands I'm a real nigga, nothin like these other guys And I'm the best bitch until you show me otherwise Keep it on my lap, nigga not the glove compartment Better listen lil daddy This is Georgia talkin' I'm a motherfuckin g I ain't never been a bitch All these wanna be gangstas on some studio shit I tell em (Aaaaaaaaaay) Miss me with that rap shit (gyeah) Miss me with that rap shit Who the fuck want what you can damn sure get it Fifty rounds off top ima damn sure hit it (Thaaats riiiight) Miss me with that rap shit (gyeah) Miss me with that rap shit [Verse 2] Now you can talk tough and play hard But all the hard mofuckas' in the graveyard Now you can act bad cause you 20 deep But all the bad mofuckas' sleepin' six feet Now you can cap loud man and talk shit But all the cappin' ass niggas in the casket