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I'm getting sick and tired of these niggas, I won't argue with them
Pull the popper, pop a pussy, nigga Make em meet the pistol, bitch
Breaking and I'm staying cause she paying It ain't bout the coochie
Aye lil , baby, pay me, break the payment This right here the moment, consistent with it

Cause I'm going and I'm just not stopping Knock some Cali toes, I broke the bitch
And sent her back to Stockton Glocky on me, homie, that's for sholy
And I'm quick to pop it XD40 on me, I'm gon' blow it if I feel I gotta
Not a lot of niggas I can trust, so I ain't got no partners

All I got is my son in this hustle, I can't forget the product
Say I make her proud, she brought me buckets and they came from Prada
Come from where you hear them gunshots, bada-boom, bada-bada
Is you rolling, bitch, I might be Sold dope up in my white tee, so dope one of my aunties

Smoke dope, but I still love her
Pop a nigga bout my auntie, pop a nigga by my bread
And watch him bleed out on the concrete Known for keeping that shit on me
If it's not, then it's one by me Do all my dirt by my lonely, I don't need no crimee

Coming from the bottoms of the dirty, bitch, I grew up grimy
Gotta watch the niggas as close cause they just might try it
Grew up selling work, toting poles and ducking police sirens
Another goofy tried and then he died, another mama crying

Got shot up on the block like Akon, he Was out there grinding
That whole block seen when the police Questioned , just stay silent
Met this bitch when I was 18, then she Turned me to some ism
Showed me how to walk and talk, next Thing you know, bitch, I was pimpin

Opportunist, if I find out that she going, then I'm sending
Woman of leisure, a escort more than a ho, gotta be picky
Wanna get with me, gotta have more than a dime, or we ain't talking
She a five, but she get bread, so she a ten based off her wallet

I'm in her pocket, that's the motive, what you bringing to the table
Anything you bring is extra, lil' baby, I'm already stable
Lil' baby, I'm already able, back secure, I'm checking paper
Nigga don't like me, then I probably hit his bitch or he just hate

A nigga play, I'm dropping paper, they gon' put him on the news
And they gon' put out a reward like any info on a shooter

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