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All my niggas clutchin' All my niggas two cuppin' All my niggas rappin' Trap, they all got two phone numbers Real one since day one, and all my niggas could vouch for me None of my niggas lackin' Mac, and all my niggas countin' money Yeah, pull up, banger on me Bad bitch faintin' on me The purple drank stankin' on me Don't wake me up, just put a blanket on me Thank yo homie, but I ain't yo homie Diamonds blingin' like they blinkin' on me All about the Ben Franklins homie, bitch can't even get an Abe Lincoln from me Thankin' normally, I ain't thankin' normally From New Orleans, guns bangin', homie These lil' niggas is retarded, puttin' testimony over sanctimony All these niggas tryna sanct a homie Bitches tryna put gangster on me Feds tryna put sanctions on me, doctor tryna do maintenance on me Guess that's why I take meds on 'em, poppin', sippin', goin' bed on 'em New Ferrari, no head on it, nice new carpet, you bled on it These New Orleans no competition Top of the charts, no top of the menu That ain't art, nigga, drop the pencil She drop the drawers, I never drop the pistol But I drop the clip, and pull out a new clip SongtexteAnd nut by that lip, bap-bap, no body exam And you see the flaaag, it's red as a bitch You see the swaaag, I'm wavy and lit My pops had 'em bricks, yeah, brick wall My slime got the sticks, and I can do tricks, yeah Skateboard and Malibu mix Yeah, just met her dad, gave her mom a kiss When she turned her back, I holla'd at sis, yeah Watch out lil' bro, I fly G4 My slimes are brazy, I used to talk to her glow I tell that it's mine, I tell her one day you be mine I tell her from page you be mine, I was locked up, I stayed for that nine You know I'm comin' straight off the top She knew I cum on her Haulter top She know I don't want no five children I'm not a player, I just fuck a lot Bitch, is you thuggin' or not? These niggas is wifin' the thots I still got some white in my sock, it's white as my sock, they're white and all snot I know I can beat everybody, so I prepared for everybody We wavin' that thing at your body, we cravin' to catch us a body! Look at the watch on my friend, say hello to my lil' friend! My chopper do any day now, bap-bap, that bitch just said "twins", Lord! You run your mouth like a marathon, I just run out of them styrofoams The CI that's givin' me testosterone, now she got her legs on my collarbone All on my neck like a herringbone I had to sit down with Bizzy Bone I had to sit down with Tity Boi, and told him how I'ma just kill his song It's not a remix, it's just me, my comeback and shit I deserve out a brick, put it on the scale, it come back thirty six It come back thirty six, and that's when we whip, we master the wrist Then that's when it flip, then after it flip, that's when it flip You know what it's like when the feeling gone, I know what that's like when the ceiling gone I know what that's like when the ceiling gone I know what that's like when the ceiling gone One time, baby My partner got hitched, no influence on me, yeah, no influence I don't know my daaad, and my momma is rich You see the red flaaag, but my partner a Crip Damn! Watch that lil' ho, pew! I fly G4 Uh, you got your baaag stuck at the airport, damn I'm in that [?] stuntin' on mad hoes Stuntin' on them hoes in them Yeezy's, them Jeremy Scott's and Shelltoes, okay I think I'ma need a check for shouting out Adidas like that, yeah No Ceilings! Aus Songtexte Mania