And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby
One two three everybody wana be
One, two, three little fags, they fuck with my homies so i grab out the body bags,
A biggie imposter bout to turn you into bacon to eat with some flap jacks
And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market
It's only one round, two or three i don't need it
You spit that end rhyme trash i'm spittin syllables two or three
Everybody watching while you touching real money
The hardest four bars, and i aint even count to three
I keep that hottie, just look at her body
And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks
I'll chew a new one up every two to three minutes,
One two three to late now your gone busted nose
Alwaysstay ahead of these stank hoes
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