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Hey, there are consequences, dude. You don't just knock a man and just fuckin' walk off like that, dude. I'm here, come back. Face me like a man, dude Bitch, I pop out with no back up and no ho, getin' racked up Got D wheels and a acron, no J-T but we act up I stack up and I stack up, yo' pockets dry, they chapped up Fifteen niggas in a whip, might have to lap up but we strapped up, lil' bitch And my niggas at the front door Michael Jackson jacket all red and my nuts slow Shorty F-O, not the nigga to befriend though Don't give a motherfuck what niggas on, who you stunting on? Forty-five minute drive to the Bay Bridge I ain't on no hype shit, but my face tainted Bitch better drop it, AGC is where it is Shit was booming in the south before it blew it where we live Say it sound like a slap and it sound like the East Coast Mr. Fontaine, I'm just tryna to let my wings show Step into my crib, nigga, step into the heat shop Break the backboard like my name Shaq Diesel Hot off the Porsche, getting knocked off the Porsche Got stores, lean back, get dropped off the Porsche Big whips, big trips, big knots, big toosh Big deal, real spell, big chilling, young boy Bet, some lil' mama is a bet My lil' nigga say we next, you see us seeing moving on a net And I'm praying for a check, palm slipping from the sweat I got my foot on niggas Nikes, we're pushing like I got a bounty on my head, niggas Songtexte Check the ground, check the ground, hey Check the ground, check the ground, hey Check the ground, check the ground, hey Check the ground, check, check, check Check the ground, check the ground, hey Check the ground, check the ground, hey Check the ground, check the ground, hey Check the ground, check, check, check Walk up in this bitch and yes, I look like walking lick Like niggas talking slick, just watch what you be talking with Look, baby, wanna fuck, but please don't touch my garment, bitch Look, balling like a bitch, somebody please don't guard him quick, huh Brody came equipped, I showed him how to dig a ditch look They mad as fuck 'cause he just got some dirt all up on my kicks, look Mama mad as fuck, we had to sit them on a trip shit Nigga was gon' do it anyway 'cause he's a misfit Like I know that, step back, shoot like Tryon Fucking told my day come and even when my day come You better not come with A-gun, you better come with a gun You better come with A, son, you take one, we take some, nigga, woo Back in this bitch, I don't know what's the trouble But your niggas ain't ready, y'all ready for war? Niggas be talking their shit and the hardest to get To the top of the water, the door I'ma stay talking this shit on the floor Told you how I'm feeling like duh Niggas don't fall, niggas don't fall, fall Shaking 'em up Check the ground, check the ground, hey Check the ground, check the ground, hey Check the ground, check the ground, hey Check the ground, check, check, check Check the ground, check the ground, hey Check the ground, check the ground, hey Check the ground, check the ground, hey Check the ground, check, check, check Aus Songtexte Mania