Yeah, y'all niggas thought I was gon' let y'all niggas breathe, huh
Nigga I'm number 2 on the charts, number 1 in the hood
Fuck y'all niggas
Yo Joe, you see my numbers, Jada
Yo Game, you a scared-ass nigga
I'm sellin' in Germany, London
Y'all niggas can suck my dick
Word to mother man
I'm on some shit right now
I'm lookin' for some trouble
Catch me in the back, Mac on my lap
Mad work gettin' trapped
Got that dope and that crack, yeah
A known supplier, yeah
They got that fire, yeah
I got that haze, got that dro, got that piff
Got that shit that you sniff, man I hold a four-fifth, yeah
A known supplier, yeah
They got that fire, yeah
My top down in a black Lamb'
I chop down to my last gram, blow from a tash man
Nigga check my raps, they incredible quotes
Got your bitch on a plane with some edible dope
Ayo, stickup kids is out to tax
But it don't worry me, 'cause I stay with a Mac
And I ride in the 'Llac, with the shit on my lap
Brrat, I'll have your whole team lay down flat
The world's a big pussy, waitin' to get fucked
I've been dyin' for this day, since I been locked up
Roll up in that Porsche truck, a red turbo
We some gun handlin' pros, with big fo'-fo's
I was 03, 82, 339
Now the kid is home, it's my time to shine
Catch me in the back, Mac on my lap
Mad work gettin' trapped
Got that dope and that crack, yeah
A known supplier, yeah
They got that fire, yeah
I got that haze, got that dro, got that piff
Got that shit that you sniff, man I hold a four-fifth, yeah
A known supplier, yeah
They got that fire, yeah
Yeah I told y'all man, Thoughts of a Predicate Felon
In stores now, number 2 in the motherfuckin' country
Yo Em get better
Yo 50, what's up?
I got that new CLS, money green nigga
'Bout to get the money green rims on there nigga
I look like a flyin' hundred dollar bill comin' through Southside
Yo Monster, what's up?
24'S on the 'Llac nigga
We ridin' on fo'-fo's
My nigga Buck
Lloyd Banks
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