Boy, the ball in my court, know this shit on me now
He got that green-ass pop, shit look like a street sign
Make lil' baby come up off the head like she doin' freestyle
Way shit going, Swear I feel like Pac, all eyes on me now
Yeah, my nigga, go head shoot your shot, I'ma clean the rebound
Nigga burnin' bridges cause he finished, seen that shit too many times
Toss my nigga eights a Chase, he wipe that bitch clean out
Ooh, that's Mad Racks, bustin' on her, had to wipe her down
Boosie badass, I be wonderin' what the f*ck I'm doin' make em mad at me
I'm that nigga 2K for a f*ckin' backpack
Snake on my head, FN hit him where his hat at
We been ballin' for so long, f*ck our super max at
The shit you seen, I seen that shit twice, I'm like Granddad
Goin' rack for rack, with us, we throwin' racks until they laugh at you
He know I hit his bitch, he can't even f*ck, he havin' flashbacks
F*ck it, y'all just crash out, hit each other, nigga, like Mark Sanchez
Yeah, mex that's like my f*ckin' brother, Brook & Robin Lopez
Bitches need this, niggas need that, I can't even spend my own bread
I'm pourin' mud in H-Town with a bitch that's thicker than cornbread
Can't use mind lil' niggaa, use your own legs
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up what my soul saying
Cut into a bitch, I'm tryin' to rock like Uzi, ain't no role playin
All my friends, green, pink, blue, and dead, I ain't got no friends
All that playin' if we get to sprayin', won't be no chance
We got fans, f*ck around tat the gang on they forehead
Hear go a M for sittin' on your ass, said, no, man
I'm a goat, I'm a f*ckin' dog, need four legs
You's a hoe and a f*ckin' fraud, do no scams
I went shoppin' just for one coat, total four bands
Nigga, I'm my own man, I been that since we was kids
Woke up, niggas walk like me, feel like Playboi Carti nem
Toss my nigga eights a Chase, he wipe that bitch clean out
Ooh, that's Mad Racks, bustin' on her, had to wipe her down
Boosie badass, I be wonderin' what the f*ck I'm doin
Make em mad at me, I'm that nigga 2K 4 a f*ckin' backpack
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Boy, the ball in my court, know this shit on me now
He got that green-ass pop, shit look like a street sign
Make lil' baby come up off the head like she doin' freestyle
Way shit going, Swear I feel like Pac, all eyes on me now
Yeah, my nigga, go head shoot your shot, I'ma clean the rebound
Nigga burnin' bridges cause he finished, seen that shit too many times
Toss my nigga eights a Chase, he wipe that bitch clean out
Ooh, that's Mad Racks, bustin' on her, had to wipe her down
Boosie badass, I be wonderin' what the f*ck I'm doin' make em mad at me
I'm that nigga 2K for a f*ckin' backpack
Snake on my head, FN hit him where his hat at
We been ballin' for so long, f*ck our super max at
The shit you seen, I seen that shit twice, I'm like Granddad
Goin' rack for rack, with us, we throwin' racks until they laugh at you
He know I hit his bitch, he can't even f*ck, he havin' flashbacks
F*ck it, y'all just crash out, hit each other, nigga, like Mark Sanchez
Yeah, mex that's like my f*ckin' brother, Brook & Robin Lopez
Bitches need this, niggas need that, I can't even spend my own bread
I'm pourin' mud in H-Town with a bitch that's thicker than cornbread
Can't use mind lil' niggaa, use your own legs
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up what my soul saying
Cut into a bitch, I'm tryin' to rock like Uzi, ain't no role playin
All my friends, green, pink, blue, and dead, I ain't got no friends
All that playin' if we get to sprayin', won't be no chance
We got fans, f*ck around tat the gang on they forehead
Hear go a M for sittin' on your ass, said, no, man
I'm a goat, I'm a f*ckin' dog, need four legs
You's a hoe and a f*ckin' fraud, do no scams
I went shoppin' just for one coat, total four bands
Nigga, I'm my own man, I been that since we was kids
Woke up, niggas walk like me, feel like Playboi Carti nem
Toss my nigga eights a Chase, he wipe that bitch clean out
Ooh, that's Mad Racks, bustin' on her, had to wipe her down
Boosie badass, I be wonderin' what the f*ck I'm doin
Make em mad at me, I'm that nigga 2K 4 a f*ckin' backpack
He got that green-ass pop, shit look like a street sign
Make lil' baby come up off the head like she doin' freestyle
Way shit going, Swear I feel like Pac, all eyes on me now
Yeah, my nigga, go head shoot your shot, I'ma clean the rebound
Nigga burnin' bridges cause he finished, seen that shit too many times
Toss my nigga eights a Chase, he wipe that bitch clean out
Ooh, that's Mad Racks, bustin' on her, had to wipe her down
Boosie badass, I be wonderin' what the f*ck I'm doin' make em mad at me
I'm that nigga 2K for a f*ckin' backpack
Snake on my head, FN hit him where his hat at
We been ballin' for so long, f*ck our super max at
The shit you seen, I seen that shit twice, I'm like Granddad
Goin' rack for rack, with us, we throwin' racks until they laugh at you
He know I hit his bitch, he can't even f*ck, he havin' flashbacks
F*ck it, y'all just crash out, hit each other, nigga, like Mark Sanchez
Yeah, mex that's like my f*ckin' brother, Brook & Robin Lopez
Bitches need this, niggas need that, I can't even spend my own bread
I'm pourin' mud in H-Town with a bitch that's thicker than cornbread
Can't use mind lil' niggaa, use your own legs
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up what my soul saying
Cut into a bitch, I'm tryin' to rock like Uzi, ain't no role playin
All my friends, green, pink, blue, and dead, I ain't got no friends
All that playin' if we get to sprayin', won't be no chance
We got fans, f*ck around tat the gang on they forehead
Hear go a M for sittin' on your ass, said, no, man
I'm a goat, I'm a f*ckin' dog, need four legs
You's a hoe and a f*ckin' fraud, do no scams
I went shoppin' just for one coat, total four bands
Nigga, I'm my own man, I been that since we was kids
Woke up, niggas walk like me, feel like Playboi Carti nem
Toss my nigga eights a Chase, he wipe that bitch clean out
Ooh, that's Mad Racks, bustin' on her, had to wipe her down
Boosie badass, I be wonderin' what the f*ck I'm doin
Make em mad at me, I'm that nigga 2K 4 a f*ckin' backpack
Writer: Wtm Solid
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