Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs
That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups
Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts
No money, power, or drugs,
I got snider bitches that whiter than the drugs they sniff
I’m so 100 with every nigga i run with
Hold it..now thank you for silence
You can't evade my guns,
That was my influence
Artillery weak with guns
Sell drugs, shoot guns, make you yell "oh!", now you pushin up daisies
When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave
Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks
Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles
Equalizer funds blastin' faster than mounted guns
Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since
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