How bout we blow this bit
I got ak-47's get ya shit lit
My g"s have been handcuffed,
I stuff you in the trunk, drunk
I put some cash in ya pocket
Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit
That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get
I bet this brother be a better oneif i upset you don't stress never forget
S queezys very bold
All this paper i fold
Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,
You little young-ass motherfuckers
Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess
If only i could go back into the 80’s
Try to jack and i will attack
Or 90's, who cares, they're both bad.
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