When I say weak ass, you say bitch
Weak ass, BITCH, Weak ass BITCH
How you feel with this nine mili mill to your grill
Haters talkin lots of shit
But they scared of the steel
If you want me come and get me
Cause Im real with this here
I aint scared of none of you hoes
I aint never shead a tear
In yo hood bumpin ridin with a twelve case of beer
Aint no nigga make no moves
Get you scared, shook your fear
Y2K hit the clock
So you know the endings near
One call to them killas and you just might disappear
Now nigga all in my face hollin real but real soft
Bitch Im holdin up this glock
Bout to knock your block off
You a weak ass bitch
And your CD cover show
With your fake ass face
I been knowin ya so I know a sissy hoe
Yeah know this a triple six city
All that MTV and BET got you feelin shitty
Just to think, you used to be my dog
Used to be my nigga, now you fake
But I stomp on you trick in the grass
You little snake bitch
Uh, In the mood a fucking crowd
Make the speakers pound
If you niggas wild
Knock these bitches out
Rumblin the ground
Tramplin niggas down
From the dirty south
Where the niggas like it loud
Wish ya hypnotized
Instagater ?
Fire in my eyes sosate lucky Frank White
Ready for the gunfight
If you wanna get high
Aint no sympathize
Make you sleep till its judgment night
Talk is cheap
I hear you talking but you aint bout your bizz
La Chat a mack aint got no time to play no games with a bitch
My motherfuckin plastic gat we gonna rumblin shit
Then they gon hitcha smitcha getcha so dont fuck with this shit
I know you feelin when Im speakin and Im speakin to you
Well hoe its true, who got the proof bitch
What you gon do
I keep my mug cuz Im a thug
I left the twink on my grill
You got some manner
Need to show it
Shit you claim that your real
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