Mama, fuck you, little bitch, mood swings, now i'm grounded?
Ya’ll be highly obliged when i drop my shit
Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none
Don't worry bitch i won't kill you fast with my trusty gun
T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts
Bitch ill fuck you up; call your body guards.
Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips
You spiteful little bitch taking 12 inch dicks
Sixteen bars to kill a rapper? bitch, you do the math.
Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass
You think you tough? than ill slam your bitch ass into granite
Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit
Real shit, twisted and sick feel me bitch? ill kill ya quick im itchin to put
Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good
Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message
You think you god now you half assin rap little faggot bitch
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