Tell me where my soldiers at? put yo' pistols in the air
I owe you nothin so get so get out of my hair
Okay, fucking with me nigga no way
Get the fuck out of here,i dont get shit you say
Feels locked out his house, he's browsing the streets of south,
To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds
I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows
Look how we going to get out of this cook house
Desire get confused and you could lose your direction
Wanna try to get me out the game, i play to win
I don't expect to get props, just wanna hear the beat drop
Let em play with her box, she give the greatest top
I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds
My fucking cousin's bumming out drugging out heading to the big house
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