F.B. go crazy
F.B. go crazy
F.B. produce all the heat
Too much of a joint, told the basic bitch, get back
Got my wrist on point, cut my wrist on point
When he talk, all I hear is oink, working with the pitch
* around, get rolled up in his joint, or a loose leaf
Couple niggas, maggots, I'm important
Why you mad? * her, kicked her out the next morning
Now she's at Balenciaga, kids you can't afford
Cause they cuss around, you kept sneak dissing on the app
And that's what got him whack
I didn't join it up, I'm top three, top three in L.A.
Don't compare no average nigga to me, don't compare him to me
It's like 20 racks up in my jeans, what the * do you mean?
Told the freak, bitch will do her thing, she sucking in me
Bad bitch want me to park it, park it
But I remember back when I was just a poor kid
Man, nigga always talking, talking
Then you check his stats and you ain't never did *
Then you * his bitch, now you wanna kill *
Niggas cry, niggas cry, niggas cry
I'm tripping baggers, but again, you supposed to drill *
If you really wanna get active, well stop sliding with little *
If a nigga make me mad, then I'ma * his little bitch
* around and beat that block up
Beat that block up
Beat that block up
Beat that block up
Told the freak, bitch to arch it up
Bitch, arch it up
And if it's up, told them niggas leave it stuck
Too much of a joint, told the basic bitch get back
Got my wrist on point, got my wrist on point
When he talk, all I hear is oink, working with the pig
* around, get rolled up in his joint, or a loose leaf
Couple niggas, maggots, I'm important
Why you mad? * her, kicked her out the next morning
Now she's at Balenciaga, kids you can't afford
Cause they cuss around
And you kept sneak dissing on the air, and that's what got him wet
Yeah, and that's what got him gone
24-5 on the top, * going on
I don't like to sneak ***, if it ain't direct
But they ain't respect me
I don't even know how many diamonds on my necklace
Bitches, I already hit, you got them on your top ten
Baby, for the rapping, I was really out here flocking
Yeah, like, bitch, give it up
I'm with X-Fo getting chicken, you can't sleep with us
Yeah, like, nah, for real
I'm really getting dope, I ain't had a sign of deal
Heard you tripping on these bitches, heard they got you
in your feels
That can never be me, Mr. Give a Bitch the chills
Mr. Give a Bitch the chills
Once I'm Raphael, I'm spitting 30, I'm for real
I'm always poppin' it, I didn't know the deal
All I told her, talk, don't get the ass killed
Too much of a joint
Get back
Too much of a joint
Let me produce all the heat
What a bitch, what a bitch
Let's leave
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Talk to her in LA
I'm with Bravo getting chicken, you can't sit with us