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, no back up in Noho, getin’ racked up
Got D wills in a acura, 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 low
Jody F-O, not the nigga to be fronting on
Give a motherfuck what niggas on, who you stunting on?
Forty-five minute drive to the Bay Bridge
I ain’t on no hyphy shit, but my face stay thizz
Bitch burn rubber, AGC is where it is
Shit was booming in the south before it blew up where we live
Say he sound like the south and he sound like the East Coast
Mr. Fontaine, I’m just tryna to let my wings show
Step into the crib, nigga, step into the heat shop
Break the backboard like my name Shaq Diesel
Hot off the Porch, get knocked off the porch
Scott Storch, lean back, get dropped off the porch
Big whips, big trips, big knots, big torch
Big deal, real spill, big chilling, young boy
Big bets, on my mama issa bet
My lil’ nigga say we next, he see us seeing moving on the net
And I’m praying for a check, palm slipping from the sweat
I got my foot on niggas necks, but pushing like I got a bounty on my head, nigga
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Walk up in this bitch and yes, I look like walking lick
Niggas talking slick, just watch who you be talking with
Look, baby, wanna fuck, but please don’t touch my garment, bitch
Look, balling like a bitch, somebody please go guard him quick, huh
Brody came equipped, I showed him how to dig a ditch look
Mad as fuck ’cause he just got some dirt all on my kicks, look
Mama mad as fuck, we had to send em on a trip shit
Nigga was gon’ do it anyway ’cause he’s a misfit
Like Ay Young, step back, shoot like Trae Young
Thuggin till 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
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