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All because that red Dodge, that's parked in front of your house right now. Just almost hit me and my dogs, going about fifty-five in the neighborhood and better yet, forced a car off the road. A minivan and didn't give two fucks. So, you know my wife, you guys seem cool, I don't really care too much but what the fuck? I mean, get this is shit together. I don't know who that kid is that was driving that car but he's a little fucking asshole and he needs to get his ass beat (Good God almighty) Black man workin', could've got that Beamer, but this SRT Streetin', really trappin', keep that glizzy tucked, laser beam Fuck out my way, if you in that Prius, I'm goin' through green Ev-even if it's red I'm colorblind, them stop signs I don't see Youngin-youngin gettin' it in that Hellcat, got my neighbors mad Shootin'-shootin' in the gym with that AR or that Kel-Tec Work out every muscle in my body, just my pockets fat-fat Keep it like that, guap ain't goin' on a diet, and my cash don't fast Bi-bitch, called that boy a bitch cause he is, always complaining Snitch like my neighbors is, always writin' statements Fish, that's my chain, that's my necklace, always hear 'em danglin' Who I'm with? Don't worry 'bout it, just know she the realest (Yeah, she gangster) Oh, we fake? Maybe we just bougie, you need to know the difference We don't shake no hands with niggas just because they think they famous Armed and dangerous, this glizzy gon' slay 'em, we gon' stain 'em Shooters, gangsters, and robbers, and killers, that's' my gang My circle full of strippers, scammers, I call 'em my family Fuck your feelings, y'all don't judge me off my past, don't know my pain U.S.A., land of the second chances Home of the free, land of the braves, don't tell me I can't, I'm American My unc' did fed but now he out moving that work, slangin' 'cain Niggas'll get jealous like it's Neighbors, so they called the CrimeStoppers 'cause these niggas really just some bitches, and they lame Had more coke than Coca-Cola, so they through him in that 'cain SongtexteAnd these crackers hate to see you with them jewelry and them diamonds, they just love to see you in shackles, and them handcuffs, and them chains My family full of dope boys, my momma scared to introduce me 'cause she think I'll be like them Like my daddy, just the same If these pigs pull me over, asked me how I got this bank I'ma tell 'em, "Talk to my lawyer first and I entertain" These niggas gon' always be mad at Fauni and always hate My bitch bad, yo bitch ugly This a bussit, boy, not no plain (Good God almighty) Aus Songtexte Mania