Hoola at me swea to god u can see u a pussy nigga i could swea u a beast n while u talkin bout beef
Where you been and who you wit, i get no room to breatheit makes me wanna leave, i'm sick of these tricks up your sleeve
U say ur ballin but i kno u work at lids
Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips
Now u don't have a face to save, so don't be mad you lost the race
Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always
Prps cover my eight’s, uhh, lemme switch my pace
Undercover to free the human race,
I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good
Man i bet u dont even rep ur hood,
Dripping from ur face cz u say that it sets slow
If you know like i know, you should lie low
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