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Ayy Bitch, I'm dead fresh, I might pull up in a casket You be lookin' sweet like a fuckin' fruit basket Spit a couple racks, I get a check and Johnny Cash it I smash it, I let your mama rock my sunglasses Don't think nobody gonna fuck with me like I do Look at me killin' it, motherfuckers always talkin', but damnit, I'm high too That means I don't give a fuck Yeah, I wanna stunt I make your salary thrice in a month I pay your daddy to roll up my blunts And he blow your allowance to pay for my lunch You ain't with the shits, you ain't with the shits, you ain't with the shits You ain't with the shits, RAMIREZ with your bitch (Woah) Ride in the back of the truck with the pump, with a mask covering my face Double the Glock 'cause I rip through the flesh Inside of the Cutty with thing on my waist Kick in the door, point me to the safe Fuckin' the posters up with all the bass Heat-seeking missiles, I load up and hit you I carry the coffin and drop it in grave (Ho) Songtexte You ain't with the shits, you ain't with the shits, you ain't with the shits You ain't with the shits, Pouya with your bitch I'm in my zone, I'm in my element, that's daily regiment I'm pullin' up to Gravy's mama's house with perfect etiquette, lil' bitch (Hey Mom, look, the boys are back in town) Lil' bitch, fuck that They been tryna kill me 'cause my bucks fat My new bitch so thick that I got lost up in the buttcrack I'm ready to give my guns back Hop back in the ring and I run that Rid of them off that love pack I'm 'bout to be gettin' my funds back Smokin' up on that swamp sack Cut back in the 'Lac off the Prozac Pimpin' these bitches, I'm breakin 'em off as they hangin' up off my nutsack Baby bone, got a bone to pick with you, yeah Hold up, Ricky Bobby, I'm jacked up on Mountain Dew, yeah You ain't with the shits, you ain't with the shits, you ain't with the shits You ain't with the shits, Trippy with your bitch Mozzarella, marinara Put that shit up on my pasta I just got the Panamera, uh Only flexing 'cause I gots to Bought some dope and made it water Shark Point to the Lord near Come for your mother and daughter Puffin' the indica harder I just fucked your bitch in the back of my '96 DeVille (Woah, woohoo) Bitch, I'm dead fresh, I might pull up in a casket You be lookin' sweet like a fuckin' fruit basket Feel like I'm Houdini when your sister let me smash it I dive up in the coochie handcuffed for ten minutes Blindfolded, then escape, that's magic Bitch Aus Songtexte Mania