He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs
The prowlin' cops and enemies, we end up on cots,
Not puckett but i hit it then i duck a bitch
Or fuck my enemies bitch, acting bad and getting rich
Fuck her like she the woman of my enemies
Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice
"ah, what the fuck, shut!" that's when the cops pulled up.
Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut
A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq
You big riding fag fuck you and your swag bitch on the rag,
And the cops will need an explanation
What up girl, tell me how you been
The enemies know my fist and the groundfloor better anything
Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing
Fill the clip and drill 'em and then screw 'em, shit's a missile,
Your two lips they smell like tulips so official
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