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I'm a big dog to yo' big homie,

ride with the stick on me

Clip big on me, shoot the mother****e

if she snitch on me

Used to hit licks

now this chain a whole lick on me

All about that chicken mother****e

I gotta keep some strips on me

Keep them strips on me,

Yeah mother****er, I keep them strips on m

On my momma, wish a mother****er would try and get on m

I'm the one who slide,

Giving b*****s when yo' b***h ass lonel

Make yo' ass feel some type of way,

like Rich Homie

Now Lorina only boy,

gotta ride with that K close

Strip a mother****er down to his socks for that bank rol

The b***h off a zip if she thought that I would chase he

Drinkin' out the bottle,

I ain't ****ing with no chase

Whole fit cost a ten,

I'll do a mother****ing in

I'll hit a mother****ing block,

and come and do that mother****ing again

mother****ers talkin' out they neck so we hoppin' out them vans

Three K's, Ku Klux Klan,

pop a mother****ing like a Xan'

Pop a mother****ing like a Xan,

tryna hop out a Lam'

We them mother****ers settin' trends,

all in Nieman's blowin' bands

How y'all funkin' one day,

and the next mother****ers friends?

I'll do a mother****ing in,

for them Franklins, bands

My mother****er keep a Glock,

not no mother****ing' tazer

I keep them dread head mother****ers with me like Jamaica

In the Bay but I'm tryna move to Vegas like the Raiders

And everywhere I go that Smith with me like Jada

mother****ers sendin' shots on songs,

mother****ers we sendin' shots on land

And mother****ers try and snatch my chain,

leave his brains in his hands

mother****ers stickin' cause I'm singin',

I'm the mother****er that's the demon

I'll pack a mother****er out and I'll do it for no reason

Ten bands in my pocket,

she tuck bands in her cleavage

Gave 'em 23 shots and went to catch a flight to Cleveland

You can catch me in Sac' mother****er,

ridin' with that pack mother****er

mother****ers say they on me,

but where the mother****ers they at mother****er?

Skrrt, skrrt, pull up in that drop lane changin'

Tryna live this lifestyle but could your ass maintain it?

Only mother****er that I'm worried 'bout is Benjamin Franklin

We be in the party, sticked up, gang-gangin'

Hundred round, mother****ers aimin',

I'm a dog, ain't no tamin'

If you want me what you payin'?

If you broke, then I'm taken

mother****ers get to breakin',

when that choppa get to sprayin'

I hit it from the back,

lay her down and hit to blame 'em

Lay her down and I hit that mother****ing

mother****ers pull up on me,

I'ma flip that whip

SOB the gang and I'm in that mother****ing

IMessage for them blues,

I send that mother****er

Aye, baby send me naked pictures

I'll slap a mother****er brother,

I'll pimp a mother****er's sister

Let you mother****ers do the trickin',

mother****er I'ma stick to trippin'

'Cause the slimmy, I'll empty,

hold thirty in this extension

Yep, and that’s the mother****ing truth

We thuggin' in the field,

while y'all thuggin' in the booth

Your Glock got a stick, LOL mine too

If it's mother****ing slide through,

mother****ers trip I'ma shoot

No I ain't that mother****er,

I'm that mother****er times two

Fit cost a couple thou',

band just for my shoes

Ain't no mother****ers in my circle,

only boss ty mother****ers

Young mother****ers worth a couple mil' like soon

This chop got a mop,

but this Glock got a boom

I'll hit a mother****er house,

the house clean a mother****er room

Got one eye with me,

he'll clap mother****ers

MAC missionary, lay a mother****er on his back mother****er

(back mother****er, back mother****er, back mother****er, back mother****er)