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Prod. by Flight School (Intro) Freestyle 102, nigga! Ha ha, you know what it is, I ain't gotta write shit, nigga! Real niggas just record, we don't record Making shit up (Verse) Y'all niggas writing That shit ain't exciting Don't make me come to your window like lightening I'll scare you like thunder Shit, what you niggas claimin that you the shit My nigga, well I'll just plunge ya Fake niggas among you, I'm about to cup a Bentley by next summer! Excuse me, I cup the Bentley in my 08 summer Nigga, ridin round in the Hummer ngga Feeling like a soldier, nigga Shouts that to all my niggas Still up in that, know you nigga Free BG, free my nigga Turk Turk already out We did a song, he put in that work SongtexteShout out to Mystical, we leave them niggas in critical When had yo mammy at the funeral, looking pitiful! I'm so on some grimmy shit I'm on some gangsta shit I'm on some pull up the knife and come to deliver straight up sink your ship It's like I got edema Ever since I was a senior On any given Sunday, feeling like I'm really demon! Bitch, I'm about to do my thing My niggas in the bank I send them nothing but kites and when they come home I send them niggas private flights I take your girl out to public and give her the proverb, right Shit it's a private night You can't hide it, right? See when you break out! Shout out to the bloggers, all media take out Get up off my dick, trying to say I'm engaged And I got my ass whipped, nigga You're about to get me enraged I come straight to your alphas, run up on your bosses Fuck the coroner, bring the gravediggers in coffins Very often I hear you catching slugs Like your name was Steve Lodging! See, you see hawks like you was from Atlanta But no Seattle, we could battle! You claim that you are hurt, and nigga where you cattle Fuck your Shepard, I ran after your ass like a leopard You nigga's amateurs, call Kiki Shepard Ah you'll see us when we squeeze weapons Call my nigga stunner, that's my uncle Nigga, yes we will poke ya nigga Slam dunk ya nigga like we Visco Shouts shot to my lil brother, nigga Dr. Carter Make your bitch come harder, nigga When she give me brains, I feel smarter, nigga When it's beef time, y'all niggas be praying that the coppers will come Me and my niggas swing by with them coppers, with drums See, we pop at your son if you think it's a game Me and my niggas don't give a fuck, We spend a bit in that range Yall niggas talking about yall some shakers I can make you peace out, a salam alekum What a fuck you're trying to do? You came and you're a Muslim Me I got do it mommy boy, yeah, I'm hustling All I do is spit these lyrics, nigga, Leave you in the spirit, nigga What are you talking about me and my niggas never fear it, nigga It's no hard, nigga! Fuck it if a nigga blow the whistle I blast a gun, it's no start, nigga! False start, nigga! We don't play by the rules You're fucking wrong, We come like handymans we play with the tools I'm candy man! Say my name like three times and I'll appear With an old gangsta bitch like Pam Greer Stunner man, I heard these niggas think it's a game They whip game, couldn't even fuck with my kick gamers It's YMCMB, rich game, nigga It's YMCMB, rich game, nigga Ya hear me? Like yea yea Honey Cocaine, wuddup baby? Freestyle 102 Aus Songtexte Mania