I got a killer pack of ganja screamin out cowabunga
Ferrari boy baby yo ni*** still drive a Honda
I’m a trapper turned rapper, rapper turned to an actor
Homie ain’t nothin but he’s a nonfactor
Niggas claim we country pull up in like a tractor
Gucci Manes a bachelor yo man, fake as a wrestler
Zone 6 Master, shut up before I slap ya
Pulled out that 50 caliber set it before I ask ya
Violence is not the answer, Please put down your rifle
I’d rather kill ‘em all with kindness, I am only trying to help you
I told her shut the f*** and get on the ground bitch (SHUT THE FUCK UP BITCH)
Don’t make a fuckin’ sound bitch (GET YO BITCH ASS DOWN)
He just [?] me for a walkthrough
Some killers in ya town bitch!
You can try and flatter me
It don’t really matter to me
It’s all chit-chatter to me
My pockets gettin’ fatter ya see
Nuuuumb
I’m so numb (x8)
It don’t even bother me
Ya homegirl jockin’ me
Yo ni*** bottle blockin’ me
My diamonds are shockin to see (BURR BURR)
The same way I’m rockin’ the street
Is the same way I’m rockin’ the beat
Shut the f*** up I ain’t talkin to you
And shut the f*** up you ain’t talkin to me
I know a ni*** down [?] ya see
The fo’ gave him like forty-three
And when he get out he’ll be sixty-three
But it don’t matter he gone keep it G
Look in the mirror you look just like me
But you ain’t got money just like me
Yeah you can ball out just like me
Try and flatter me I know you see
[Chorus]
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