Lyrics

Never switch up on your niggas cuz that's bad for your health You would've thought I popped a Molly cuz I'm feeling myself These rap niggas food, I clean the plate till they nothing left Now I sweat these hoes (?) money, power and respect) Yeah, show me what you got. Girl I know you fuck with niggas Them lames think you celibate, you just don't fuck with sucka niggas (at all) I'm doing good, hit the block like, "What's up with niggas?" Them haters think I join the Klan cuz I don't fuck with niggas Give you everything you asking for My squad never took a loss nigga, that's for sure My homies be with red flags, like a matador No matter how much dick I give my bitch she ask for more Yeah, brand new money got that old money odor My plug got them babies, man they even come with strollers I can feel Chief Keef, you know I hate being sober Got them bitches checking for me like I'm on a wanted poster Yeah, Andy (?) tell me, "get em". and I got em, it's a wrap I swear an angel gets its wings every time I bust a cap Quench my thirst with holy water, Lord I'm trying to get these raps Y'all say things I don't, please bless my soul These hoes won't hold me back Man down Disrespect my niggas, it'll be man down Make my shooters squeeze on triggers Man down We be blowing on that killa till it's man down Stacking cheddar, I'm the man now Never shut your plug (?) cuz it's bad for your health Xanax got my heart and I don't need nothing else I pop a bar then crush a bar, it's in the mix with that skunk Hits that bitch in the mouth, just call me the big bad wolf I'm (?) salvation, I'm breaking bread with the crooks I'm eating mousses (?) and mussels, it's just as good as it looks Ain't no skimping my scampi I play the game by the books Slowly but surely mature and I teach my youngins to cook Straight with the rock, my niggas murder for sport It's a (?), I'm guessing that's the reward I've got it bad for the mommies, I'll fuck a bitch to the core I'm obsessed with her legs, she got her pussy insured Nothing new to them niggas, I'm in tune with them figures I sip a pint of that potion and bust a tune that it give her I'm making hoops with them killers, fuck a freak bitch raw I'm immune to the liquor (lick her?), i've got a mouth full of draws (drawers?) Nigga, a police temper (?) I'll stuff your face in the blender Slap honey turkey on rye then drown your kids in the river nigga Food for thought, you's just as fucked as my liver nigga It's do or die, I'm in the sky with them syrup sippers Man down Disrespect my niggas, it'll be man down Make my shooters squeeze on triggers Man down We be blowing on that killa till it's man down Stacking cheddar, I'm the man now
Writer(s): Rose Greene Wilson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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