Bomaye, killa cam, my lord
Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.
Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts
No money, power, or drugs,
Kidnapping girls, killing niggas for gangs
I'll beat your ass into a fetal stance
But even when you leave, somehow it still try to follow
I took my rap money and i went and brought some guns tho
Money drug girls which one got me fucked next
One time for the ville that cole rep
Always keepin it real showin my girls how to keep a glock on your block concealed,
Roley, rolex, relaxsay she just gave me head, leaned over in the front seat
And they thought drugs were killing the youth (ha, ha, ha, ha)
The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha
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