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[Chorus]
Hmm, faked them niggas out, they thought I went on tour
I ain't even wanna go, been tryna start a war
I'm in all the parties with it, standin' on the bars
Runnin' from police with Dolla, smacked a nigga car

[Verse 1]
Huh, niggas talkin' jewelry, I spent a hundred large
Huh, I'ma spend that shit again because you can't do it
Hardbody, bet I beat a body like I'm Ray Lewis
Carbine carbine, act retarded only get you dropped with it
Pull up in my hood when I want to, boy, that's my shit
G at Gino, jj mom a teacher, know I got this
Get to rappin' like I'm Drego, but this ain't "Bloxk Party"
Talk to niggas with my Draco, it make his block party
I can't rap beef, I won't get my niggas locked up
Just lil' rap shit 'bout to get some niggas boxed up
Send me a personal, you ain't fuckin' with the size up
Swing on a nigga, then bust his homies when they line up
Uh, big ten milli' pokin' out, I can't hide it
I'm outside on Maxwell like, "Where the slide at?"
I know damn well they know better not to try that
Freak ho, baby, I hit your bm with a sidestep, hey
Ho nigga mad I'm fuckin' on his cousin
Niggas that I know through other niggas actin' like they thuggin'
Boy, you a bitch and a ho, and you ain't gon' touch me
I was minding my business, doin' my thing, now I'm back on ho shit
Heat check, nigga (Fah), keep that, nigga
I'm in your baby mama whip, I got the seat back, nigga
She talkin' back, I beat her ass and threw her keys back, nigga
Still made her hit the road, can you believe that? I know you can
Niggas in they feelings, wanted features and I hoed they ass
Hahahahaha, he want smoke, so I'm gon' load the mag
We got toes to tag, oh my God, we got hoes to bag
With they nosey ass, hahaha, hmm, ayy
Bitch, I'm Freaky Kuz with a K, I made my nina bust
I'm the leader of the Eastside Apes, don't get your nieces fucked
High speed chase, me and Dolla, bro-bro speed it up
I got lean to cover, roll my window down, I'm leaving blood, hahahahaha
Huh, bitch, I'm leaving blood
On the sidewalk, in the middle of his people, blood, hahahaha
Mr. Make the dog food walk on water
A nigga try me, he gon' die, put that on Maquel daughter, ayy, huh

[Chorus]
Faked them niggas out, they thought I went on tour
I ain't even wanna go, been tryna start a war
I'm in all the parties with it, standin' on the bars
Run up on police with Dolla, smacked

[Verse 2]
Naw, nigga, fuck that
We can't hit your block once, bitch, we gotta bome back
Drums ain't empty, bullets ain't even hit your son yet
What? How you think I know your bitch? That might not be your son, jack
Ign'ant, been retarded, this ain't nothin' new to niggas
I put icing on your ho's lil' booty, toaster strudel with it
Spot worker, hit you with that bag, what you gon' do with it?
Stupid, I lined your ass up and got you noodle whipped
It's up, it's stuck, give no fucks, ain't no passes, hmm
That fire melt a pussy nigga like he plastic, ayy
I'll bust a brick in your baby tub, savage, nigga
And made a sandwich in your kitchen, I'm a classic nigga
I mean blassic, I'm Blood, I'm the red whoop
Talkin' out the side of your neck gon' get your head whooped
Got the wham on the whoopty, on God, I'll blam
Knock a nigga off that nag with that mag, Jackson, Samuel, huh

[Chorus]
Faked them niggas out, they thought I went on tour
I ain't even wanna go, been tryna start a war
I'm in all the parties with it, standin' on the bars
Runnin' from police with Dolla, smacked a nigga car
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Songwriters: Casada Sorrell, Craig Jenkins
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