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I got a question for the streets who hotter than me? Who hotter than me? Who hotter than me? Bumblebees plus some demons and a couple foreigns Push that bitch to the limit why you driving boring Betting on myself to make a way can't do no falling off The type of bag I'm in right now I might blow this year And when my dawg touch down we going Cartier You done told me way too many lies it's no more i wan hear I mean this in a humble way I'm just warming up Crabs in the bucket they kick you down when they see you coming up I'm still lil red from the bricks ain't no changing up Watching my rear view on all 10 nikkas moving strange as fuck Better keep your packer in your pants these hoes I'll set it up Ain't cooling down no time soon ion feel I'm hot enough Reality hit I checked the stats, they say I'm burnin' up You need a feature pay the fee and Imma turn you up You ain't made no noise like Pootie tang you need to hang it up Guns and butter I'm elevating they think I'm changing up I got that bag and on your head I'll drop it on it Fuck a weight class heart of giant show me my opponent Death row stick can't take no pics cause it got bodies on it Warned you way too many times thats on your body homie Love and loyalty won't compromise it for a soul Bowls and shows a matter time for we hit the road I got the hood on lock like A.I and Vick Ricks & Marni's cost some chunk change to pushup like this Fridge look like the Waffle House, how its full of syrup I Ain't with that brudda brudda shii that shii for the birds Im well aware that I'm the shii like i was born a terd Ain't catch no sleep I'm super geeked like a fuckn nerd You can shove a dick off in your ear and go fuck what you heard Say do my homework bitch I did it you don't stand on them verbs Make the biggest gangster howl out for his momma when he feel that Choppa Overkilled upon arrival save the trip to the doctor I want new money fuck a friend if it ain't Jackson it's Ben Crazy how we used to call each other brother, now ain't no love for ya See why it's lonely at the top nikkas change at the bottom Know how I'm coming all in forever full throttle Cops and robbers I ain't never been the deputy Paranoid clutching one in the chambeer ain't no snaking me Not new to this I'm true to this go check my pedigree Oh, they ain't tell you bullets burn worse than third degrees
Writer(s): Ja’milleun Wilson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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