It's murder for hire
I put coke in the tires
I got dope on the flight
There's birds on the Burning money like Cam'ron
Coming straight out the gutter
Drinking that dirty Sprite syrup
I fuck all your kids and your mother
Me and your booboo, we boss
Down in Miami we floss
I just be tripping with flavor
They call like, "Where is the sauce?"
I got a kilo and bought me a kilo
I got the yayo
These bitches be loving a nigga XXX
Shit, these bitch ass niggas won't let me have my moment
XXX my enemies
Bagging up, selling these XXX
Then I go take me a shopping spree
I want a brand new AR with a 100-round drum on it
That money really make her cum, bitch
Then go put your tongue on it
That bitch really yours, nigga?
You better put alarm on it
I ain't go to Harvard, nigga
That's word to my momma, nigga
I put that presidential Rollie on that bitch
And then she mine, my nigga
I grind and I shine, my nigga
I ain't wasting no time, my nigga
I'm smashing your freak on the passenger seat
Shoot at you niggas, saying, "Fuck all the beef!"
I got ammo for days
Run around in the Caymans
Mack 11 in the Bentley
And I ride for my real niggas
Only God can judge me
When you live like a field nigga
When you don't feel niggas
Sometimes you gotta kill niggas
Word up to my motherfucking riders, ya heard me?
Everybody getting sprayed up right now
I can't keep out these hoes XXX
They might turn on me, motherfucker
I'm 'bout to go XXX nigga
Shit 'bout to get real uncomfortable for you niggas, ya heard?
Belucci! We made it! We made it, we made it!
Wooh
I put coke in the tires
I got dope on the flight
There's birds on the Burning money like Cam'ron
Coming straight out the gutter
Drinking that dirty Sprite syrup
I fuck all your kids and your mother
Me and your booboo, we boss
Down in Miami we floss
I just be tripping with flavor
They call like, "Where is the sauce?"
I got a kilo and bought me a kilo
I got the yayo
These bitches be loving a nigga XXX
Shit, these bitch ass niggas won't let me have my moment
XXX my enemies
Bagging up, selling these XXX
Then I go take me a shopping spree
I want a brand new AR with a 100-round drum on it
That money really make her cum, bitch
Then go put your tongue on it
That bitch really yours, nigga?
You better put alarm on it
I ain't go to Harvard, nigga
That's word to my momma, nigga
I put that presidential Rollie on that bitch
And then she mine, my nigga
I grind and I shine, my nigga
I ain't wasting no time, my nigga
I'm smashing your freak on the passenger seat
Shoot at you niggas, saying, "Fuck all the beef!"
I got ammo for days
Run around in the Caymans
Mack 11 in the Bentley
And I ride for my real niggas
Only God can judge me
When you live like a field nigga
When you don't feel niggas
Sometimes you gotta kill niggas
Word up to my motherfucking riders, ya heard me?
Everybody getting sprayed up right now
I can't keep out these hoes XXX
They might turn on me, motherfucker
I'm 'bout to go XXX nigga
Shit 'bout to get real uncomfortable for you niggas, ya heard?
Belucci! We made it! We made it, we made it!
Wooh
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