Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money
Guess you could call me by my name b double o t.
Till the baddest one killed with a gun.
I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run
Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party
A, b-s-t-r-a-c-t, come in smokin' green, talk about a stupid question, you feelin' me?
Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done
Don't worry bitch i won't kill you fast with my trusty gun
It's plain to see mistakes aren't me, you'll know which way won
Its soo-woo season and shawty dick teasin' now for that reason
We have nothing in common
Just give me a carrot gun
Road kill grill on a track these rappers dead to me
Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably
To me its fun, when i kill a son
+big daddy+, no +kane+, get the job done
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