And they ain’t fucking with the kid like chris hansen in the kitchen
Keep close, think i froze, 'cause you're giving me an overdose, you won
Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance
Fuck with me i'll kill you where you stand cause losin to these niggas was never in the plans
Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.
Do you think i'm crazy, crazy, crazy
Guess you could call me by my name b double o t.
A single mother with a problem child, daddy free
Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did
And nearly choked when he'd tell me not to smokedaaamn, don't get me started
Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message
If you aint down for your niggas, then you a real bitch.
Niggas with dirty mouths, you need some listerine.
All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen
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