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Yeah, Wooski, you made this beat? Ayy Choppa leave yo' face on a canvas Riding through the opps we got four Glocks they come in handy Somewhere getting top from this lil' bop, I call her Mandy You ain't got no joc why you in the car if you ain't blamming Everyday in school I came in high they tried to ban me I just fucked a thot but she from Madison & Laramie Every since I fucked that nigga bitch now he can't stand me But he ain't gone play he know I'm savage like I'm Randy Let a pussy nigga tweak then it's gone be a murder uh Got Lil Fendo on standby you know that he's a purger uh 'Member posted in them trenches, it's just me and Burger, uh If she acting like a fan you know I gotta curve her uh I ain't saying I'm Herbo but I do be swervin' uh All that fidgeting and shit I got you niggas nervous uh Only bosses talk to bosses and yo' ass a worker, uh All these niggas steady claiming blocks I never heard of What's yo body count? Put yo' ass on CNN If I ever see the opps then we won't meet again Shoot his face and he gone fly just like he Peter Pan Two Glock .40's on my lap, you wanna see the twins? Niggas that used to sit with me bet they can't have a seat again Let that fuck nigga ate off my plate but he won't eat again Yeah my bitch she took me back but ima cheat again uh All these some niggas frauds like a CPN uh SongtexteKnow a youngin', he 16, but he a face arranger The day that bitch gave me some pussy, she became a stranger, uh Yeah, I asked about you, they said you ain't a gangster, uh All that cracking treys and shit gone make me face a gangster uh Steady acting like you tweaking off them mids, stank him Last nigga played with my name I killed him dead, paint him Any nigga think that I'm playing bout my bread change him No Young Joc it's going down like a damn anchor I don't gotta stay in them trenches I been stood there A 100 shots up in this draco so I'm good there Right on the 'Met yeah that's my block, yeah that's my hood there And i was terrorizing the opps bitch I'm like Suge there Every since a kid I was wilding throwing gang signs No you not a war if you sliding and they ain't dying uh I could never be a snitch and I ain't trying uh Put that nickel to his head, call it FaceTime, uh [Bitch, let's get it Foenem Niggas already know how the fuck we coming man, on gang Real gang banging shit, you know Real savage shit I was a savage before rap, niggas can't even compare to this shit These niggas frauds Leave my name in this shit for real] Bitch thought it was over, uh Shot at me and missed, guess I was lucky like a clover ,uh Broski pop his top, he run his mouth just like a motor, uh Foenem steady killing like they tryna' reach a quota, uh Niggas Twitter beefing, we gon' pop him like a soda, uh Bitch, I'm Master P, ain't got no limit to these soldiers, uh Since I was a youngin', I already been a smoker, uh Solo put that .40 to his neck just like a choker, uh Yeah Bitch Aus Songtexte Mania