Mr.DeLaGhetto - Holla @ Me

Holla at me If you need you a pack
Fucking with Killers I'm Tapped in
Weight of the world on my back
Rep that shit out baby I'm max'n
No cap on the track whenever I rap
Whatever I say they like facts Ben
Tricking ain't dead shit I feel like buying that bitch a Birkin
Surrounded by NATF
Betta be careful when we lurk'n
556 223's which one will it be
Stanking ass little hoe
Steady trying to bother me
Can not do that Beat that boy
Leave his ass blue black (damn)
Chin it'll get checked about what you said
Best believe we up Who him
Yeah That nigga dead
Call me Mr. Middle Man
Whatever you want I get it in
Laughing my way to the bank I'm giggling
ADHD I'm fidgeting
Fuck!
Can't not lose focus This metal I'm totting
Hit her one night Feel like little boat
Deep in a pussy I'm floating
Ball and re-up I'm calling the plug
Not copping just one Play and get hit with this slug
Stepping on shit like bug Thumbing through money for fun
Little mama get what she want Humble young man I leaned me a lot
Planted the seed Took care and watered my crops
Damn!
I got a little back ache Carrying the rap game
Fuck with a few They from the East
Yeaaah that way
Now watch me take off and pop my shit
Who the fuck you know clean like this
Stop and pose Now take my pic
Matter a fact
Holla at me if you need you a pack
Fucking with Killers I'm Tapped in
Weight of the world on my back
Rep that shit out baby I'm maxing
No cap on the track whenever I rap
Whatever I say They like facts Ben
Tricking ain't dead shit I feel like buying that bitch a Birkin

Written by:
Benjamin Aley

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