[Intro]

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Haha, cut the music up please

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Hahaha, yeah

[Verse]

I play the bullshit from the backseat, champ

Yeah, I'm in the backseat, still got the seat back

Feet back, stay from where the fake be at

Niggas snitch for the shine, where the patience at?

Nigga make his own brother face his back

Give love, then take it back

Good grief, man, this world is quite heavy on my aching back

Cops killing for crack, you know the story, snakes eat rats

Face the facts, you can't change him

Can't shoot it if you can't aim it

Can't miss him, if he kill you, then you can't blame him

That's just how the dice roll when you can't fade 'em

Get too deep up in that water and they can't save you

Me, I come out of that water like I was just bathin'

And watch my step on the wet pavement, yeah

I'm from the hood, so I rep 'em where I can't take 'em

"Hollygrove, Hollygrove," was his last statement

So nigga, get that look off your face

And recognize you got a crook in the place

They call me W-E-E-crooked letter-Y, I'm so high

I skeet-skeet in any nigga dime like she's mine

Street-sweeper in the back of the hatch, make me pop the latch

Leave you bloody with the cops to match

Bullet holes in your speakers from the chopper blast

Like, haha, ah

That's bullet holes in your sneakers, got you hoppin' back

It all stop when they hit you in your top and back

No cockin' back, silly motherfucker, you ain't heard 'bout this

The clips hang down to the dick

That's an automatic shotty from a drum they call Tommy

Guaranteed to get you bitches from by me

When I hit every piece of your visible body, he leakin'

Mortimer is no longer leapin', he's sleepin'

While you pussy niggas is sleepin', I'm thinkin'

Deep in thought, the boy ain't even winkin'

Bob Marley got me stinkin'

Stackin' figures, I'm standing firm, life's a Slinky

Pipes is filled with crack cocaine

And the dope go inside of the veins

From where I came

Though I bear a name only one can live with

Coach, they won't knock me off my pivot, forget it

I'm sicker with it, pick a city, buy a condo

Find a fine ho, let some time go, chill

What you know about a bongo having her mind go

Over a convo about dough? Nothing

Man, the four-wheelers look so good on the sand

Tee or tank top, pocket fan

No pocketknife, no handgun in sight

Just that rat-tat, tat, tat-tat-t-tat-tat, boom

Haha, tonight, I might just boost my feature price

'Cause to each his own, and the lights is bright

And I'm feeling like Mike at a Tyson fight

I'm from Cita house, Big Mama's house

She told me to shoot you right after I knock you out

And he ain't gettin' up after them shots if you hit him in the right spot

Hold up, the beat might drop

[Outro]

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