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[Verse 1: Lil
Okay I'ma throw a tantrum on this beat, now who play fetch?
it comes to the drugs, boy we shop at Payless
Shawty came too many times, left the bed wet
[?] I'm the Blood Method Man,
A scared man a dead man, can I get an
You done bought all of them guns and ain't dead yet
Catch pussy ass in traffic, aim at the head rest
Got your on her knees lookin' like she legless
Like I can't my iPhone, I can't trust the clique I ride for
If I see 'em in the streets, I'ma have to treat 'em like a
I'm a pleasure to your eyeballs, I'm so fly, shop at
Mama never bought me knockoffs, Lord I need some wood to on
Lil Tunechi, I'm a movie, get your gummy and popcorn
I got somethin' hot on my hip, I get my hip hop on
And this little red dot gon' help me hit a nigga on
Point guard the bullets, you say Rajon, I say Rajon
Hold up, we them boys, we them wild
I hold my sideways when I shoot, that's for style points
Menace to society, to myself though
but don't break, my niggas call me elbow
And you don't want no problem, I'ma
My AK just keep shootin', on autopilot
what's your fuckin' problem? I got fuckin' problems
Bad bitch on top of me, she from the bottom
On that Cognac and that loud pack, that loud
You shoot the rat when it gets too big for the mousetrap
Shoot at me and I'ma back and then I "Pow" back
Flip you over like a kayak, bitch combat
Bitch I'm Tommy gun Tunechi, favorite ruby
Made enough to but I keep makin' up excuses
Triple A dick, that's and amusin'
I'm sedated and secluded, I'm the and improvin'
Cause my baby mama say I'm livin'
Well if I die then I guess she right
Catch me walkin' on this water, nigga
I catch pussy ass at a red light
And you gon' hear blocka, that blocka
I represent my killers like Johnnie
We kidnap mamas and
We don't give a fuck if ass adopted
Brief moment of for Chris Wallace
Soulja Slim, Pac, Pimp C, I hope they're
And Weezy still hot as,
My plane got that wi-fi and that wireless
I'm so sorry for the

[Verse 2: Maine]
Spread your legs, girl, I'm tryna the headboard
I'm a fiend for the bread, I want the DeJ Loaf
My Chinese just want a blunt and some [?]
She a so we don't fuck on my Versace sheets
My whole crew'll on you like a hockey team
It's Wayne Gretzky meets Jeremy Shockey
We Young Mafia, I rep what I rep
Try to salt on my name and I'll put pep in your step
Put your gloves on, please get you a grip
And I bet you in peace when I let this bitch rip
The money runnin' like water, check the flow
My weed funky like armpits and
Potato on the nine, we creep we mash slow
And make sure kids get everything they ask for
My bitch in said she's a Mack Mainiac
And her love Tune, she a Wayniac
like she's two different persons, she be chillin', she be cursin'
Cry a river, squirt a ocean, fuck in slow motion
Man I know Soulja proud of me (yah me?)
Man I Soulja Slim proud of me (ya heard me?)
Tha Carter 5 a classic, sorry that late
And I ain't but sorry for the wait
Tha 5 a classic, sorry that it's late
And I usually ain't apologetic but for the wait