Tisnask all in front of the house,
A nigga was tris nipping, man,
woke up and started my morning
with some beef ass and coffee
I'm thinking about this rookie
oh, is there a problem, sir?
so what the fuck did you stop me for?
That's the type of shit I'm
A lame ass cop, a pumping nursery fear
I take the badge and the belt off,
fucking head straight off
Now, I'm runnin' from the po -po's,
I'm checkin', gettin' crooked,
Hit a devastating leap over the fence, ah
I hit the ground in the right and com mit
After me, he hit the fence, but I'm gone
gettin' angry, sayin' damn
By the time I'm in the cooker with a slam
I see these silly dilly lefty
I put them in a what -the -fuck
But as soon as I pulled away from the curb
but the hoes couldn't sit
I had a sack in my drawers worth a chink
I made a move, and when I did,
the bitch is out of my roof firing
A gunshot stood the window,
took the hittin' out the jet
about the punk wonder rent
Congratulated the hoes with the
dropped the hoes off immediately
And being the player that I am,
I'm still ridin' that shoot
And motherfuckers gettin' jack
-stripped head -to -toe, bro
But what do you know, man,
you down to steady packin'
Nairn, now I'm finna induce my partner,
Tunes, finna kick this jailhouse shit
I heard more stories than soaps that
niggas tell before they bail out
Be fore I hit the first bullpen or
Seller heard more motherfuckers
say that they was rollin'
East, at least got fits, cars,
bitches and a couple of keys
Don't do no homework in school,
One nigga said he fucked more
Got a bitch thirty -six with a husband, too
but you know that his cousin do
You need somethin', he can get it,
but no money on his books, though
His mom's rich cause the bitch owns
Know he's not hungry but he's
the first to run for breakfast
the shit that his kid has
He takes a 40 to the face
Swear up and down that the
Around his ass cause he famous
But to make shit worse he even
lies about what his name is
Slut said he heard a nigga say he
Come on, that shit is wicked
Why these motherfuckers always
With that jailhouse shit,
now I'm finna introduce it
Yes, no, miss, now off the other
man, when you finna hit that ma jor lick
Up on the late -night loading clip,
soldin' shit to myself about the jackedest trick
But he's rollin' thick, thicker than my dick,
so you know he's livin' fat
Rolls -Royce, a condo -weight an d sack
I'm sayin' that he tried to have me off,
I'm givin' him also didn't work
I know the motherfuckin' turf
Just like the back of my hand,
the man tried to pull the lick
Shot the 4 '5", fucked up good,
My mother, they oazin' through the woods,
at grandma's house, it's flottin'
Niggas is mad because I got
shit sold like a stockin'
Knox be walkin' fast past him
Jock's mouth got the creamery for them
can match up to the candy that we nuts
Got in a plastic backstash, way in deep cut
I know the hoe he fuck with
And I'm a nigga that can verify she's some dick,
Creek, as soon as the bitch beat
She gon' tell me where the trick sleep
I'ma go pimp this old shit
And if you act bold, bitch,
I'm lettin' off the whole clip
In your ass, in your kid's ass,
and if your black ass brother slip
I got another clip for his ass
Because the game is some real shit
but never try to play me like a little bitch
C &H crew, you understand me?
Looney motherfuckin' tuned
Yeah, flow like this, somethin' to ride to
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