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(Xair, let me get that motherfucker) And the youngs outside with the XD on me Takin' em down, he not my homie Get on the ground Why you clownin' like you're not a clown? The big bad homie Can't get put on the ground Walk around, some shit makin' sound, the big bad homie, nigga You run around, 13 chase shit through the town with a big-ass .40 Ain't one with a frown Gotta keep goin' for my mama and son and shit, but family know All the grown bitches sayin' that I was too young, bad bitch wanna handle me now I'm too much to handle, she know I'll impress her I ain't know she was gon' like the bitch 'til I put her together Frr, big boss in the back of the gun, go brrr Lead will get dropped on the opps, we'll clear it Can't fuck with her shit, but I'm drinkin' a beer Make her mad to be real wrong, shit'll get serious Go big by the Hellcat, I'm on the curb She wanna fuck, and I'm all on the skirt Hit the red snap and get a piece of the purse Use raw bitch and get a piece of the purse Don't get turnt, don't take a demon to flirt Your pussy too pretty, but I need it to hurt That shit be gettin' wet, but I need it to squirt I beat on it 'til my penis'll hurt My homie be swingin', I'm tearin' the first Start blowin', he a dumbass, he ain't alert Try to get on your ass, 'fore I'll be a shirt Go scope, make a hot bitch twerk Back door, make a hot bitch flirt Earn the burn, get the room, get turnt Put on your gloves, yeah, you get burnt Whoever in the hearse got it worse Come in the truck, the regular drugs in the front The back of the church, uh You a lil' bro who different, kill somethin' in the back of the church None of my opps get ready, think he's Machiavelli, put his ass back in the dirt Ridin' 'round in the Chevy, them motherfuckin' heavy bodies in the back of the hood They thought a nigga was gon' fail, see me in the cell, wanna see me back in the hood Yeah, limit the shells You gotta know that we be packin' it, huh? Yeah And the youngs outside with the XD on me Take 'em down, he not my homie What I'm poundin', I know he want it Watch my surroundings, rather be lonely Came with clowns, these niggas be phony We ain't lazy, they talkin' paper, we goin' mild, just know that we on it Ain't havin' no cheese jabroni Sip lean, pop pill with a Tony Put the opp to sleep, bullet melatonin I'm gonna kiss on your neck while you moanin' I been outside all day, and I'm missin' my bitch, come in, I'm home Ghetto pussy, I'm tryna stick bone in it On the phone with the girls, I like grown women