Yeah nigga this shit still goes on
Punk motherfuckas,
I want you to listen to every
motherfucking word in this song bitch
Cause this is directly to you hoe
You motherfuckin in the face ass
Cross this nigga, fuck yall
This for you nigga, bitch
Fuck what u heard,
Fuck what u heard about me nigga
Step up to these killas
Feel the fuckin trigger
Fuck what you heard if ya aint heard this
That I roll wid a group ah niggas quick to throw fits
Quick to go get,
Quick to go rob him a bitch,
Quick to go lay down some platinum hits
Im tired of you bitches go runnin yall mouth
Talkin about, we aint really keepin it South
I put the gun in yo mouth,
And blow ya motherfuckin brains out
Fuck what you heard and it just no doubt, nigga
Niggas like to gossip like some bitches
They down be round they bitches
Cause they bitches groupie bitches
And since I cut Three 6 these bitches wanna claim my dick,
We throwin hits, they throwin fits
These bitches need to quit,
They wanna be down wid it
But these niggas wont admit it,
They droppin to they knees
They beggin please to be a 6,
You niggas on my dirt,
I smack you like a bird,
Because you fulla sherm,
And by the way, fuck what u heard boy
My nigga fuck it what u heard
You need to find out the truth,
Or get ya guns and come and test this hundred ninety proof,
Pounds, and silent spotted
Nuthin but tickets in my wallet
All these hatas got me scopin man
They still cant stop it for sure,
Theres crosses all up in this shit
Crosses all up in my click
Got most of them crosses out
But still I got a few to get
Those who used to be wid me like,
Hope that boy ahead and he fall
Sick ah hearin from they dogs,
Man you need some beats from Paul
Never happy keep on rappin
Tryna live as good as me
Just bought my crib for a half a mil
My life complete
I guess thats why they dis-like
And claim my shit, wouldnt twirk
Tryna make them locals come above me
But it didnt work,
I got you bitches hot (hot)
You hopin that I stop (stop)
Im ten years in the game
Wid out a fuckin clock (clock)
Its like I hear me
And its like I dont hear me
I guess I get bad off in these streets
While they bail off
I was born up in the ghetto streets
Always learn to pack the heat
Call me on my cellular phone
If you want that work from me
Cowards like to talk and plan
Point some fingers say some names
Nigga if you claim you buck
Handle ya fuckin business man
I been rollin from the start
Always snatch a coward car
Evergreen is where Im from
Sippin on the syrup we slum
In the night we smoke and light
At the club we start a fight
When we pimpin on yo bitch
We show them golds and flash the ice
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