You a buster talking alot of shit
I put some cash in ya pocket
Drivin and typin, not payin attention, missin they next exit
Stirring up a crock of it, the opposite of poppin' sick shit,
It's a sad thing, the dumb shit that comes out of your stupid dome
I'm taking women to heaven and then i take em home
Fucking checkin punks want to become a dumb
Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them
Cos most of yall shitty kids are amazingly dumb
Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them
I wasn't raised a dumb little ass though,
Your last man was semi pro
I don't sprint just boost when i feel
Of a gun,but that's everyday shit here
And i must admit
A little piece of shit
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