Yo, baby mama stoppin' me
Girl, you wanna say somethin'
Player, I ain't sayin' nothin'
AK to Lembrandt for say in'
You was really what you came
with that choppa in your grill, man
We boutta keep it real, man
Play what you want to, daddy doll
Look here, you ain't daddy doll
Claimin' that you bangin',
you was downin' me, dissin' me
said it don't need a phaser
I ain't know about it, I ain't even trippin'
What say, huh? What you say?
Shut your mouth, fuck girl,
Shut your mouth, fuck boy,
Shut your mouth, fuck bitch,
Shut your mouth, fuck nigga,
They say the flock is tired of
nightmares getting passed around
They can say what they say,
but falsehoods better not
it's shorties that won't break down
Ask no questions, no answers given,
Family money is thorough and bloody,
Master the game, that's ugly,
don't push me or budge me
I never ran from barking,
Cause he's too free carving,
if he breathes, he can die
If we war, then I can survive,
I'm just gonna aim for his eyes
Then they still gonna die
They'll never get a chance
I'll take it to the box, right
Prove it, I won't say nothin'
I'll hold your house down like Fort Knox
What say? What you say, huh?
Damn, next week you get it right, nigga
Shut your mouth, fuck girl,
Shut your mouth, fuck boy,
Shut your mouth, fuck bitch,
Shut your mouth, fuck nigga,
You pop a hole and you let your blood leak
As it dries, the soul'll fumigate
Read a gate to the street
in the belly of the beast
Purified, baptized in the
Where only star players got a name,
Yeah, the fame only comes
when the metal rained out
But the only way you get out of it
is to star in the drama that we about
better follow your train of thought
If you tryna stunt on me,
What you think them niggas livin'
for the hunt gon' do, huh?
Like I give a damn about a man
I put the strap to your chin
lose your head over loose rap
Shut your mouth up, girl,
Shut your mouth up, bitch,
Shut your mouth up, nigga,
Can't understand you, boy,
Got a love for blood in your mug
like a lust for each splatter
Found the last dick lip on the trip,
strapped to the born dead
use my blade for the punctuation
A punch of Satan, sit back at lunch,
unless you chokin' on vomit
Or you got a gun in your mouth
and you just stokin' a sonnet
put your fluids all on my shoelace
I split a blunt like your cheek,
expose poop in a toothpaste
Mumble while they crumble
Boy, you that Toyota like a new Camry,
All these haters speakin' out,
so geeked that I can't hear it
Over the track and the gunshots,
catchin' your back after the spirits
wreck net it with a Axe in it
And make your man call the cops,
like we just had an accident
Shut your mouth, fuck girl, don't say nay
Shut your mouth, fuck boy,
Shut your mouth, fuck bitch,
don't say nothin' else, man
Fuck this shit, this shit is over, man
Y 'all niggas is a done deal, man
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