F.B. go crazy
F.B. produce it all in heat
F.B. go crazy
Put the Coombs Sports Moth in the beat of the road
He was supposed to be a well-known joint
Too he told, no you can't use my blick
Go get your own, I was dissing on the net
But what the * they on? I really put that * on
Every motherfucking fit, I done * a nigga bitch
And that nigga had a fit
Give a * what a broke nigga say, I'm rich
If y'all really hate us that much, the niggas don't exist
* around, get popped up
For stepping on my kicks, why the * he popping it?
Boss Kissy never did, told the bitch if she leave
Then it is what it is, and it ain't what it ain't
Either way, I'm at the bank
County JLC, CB, what a shame
Them niggas hood like 10-D
That * vacant
Court room, he said everything
I smell bacon
* around, get put up on the news
Cloud chasing
Bitch, I got big racks
* around, get bitch slapped
Told him he can have his bitch back
Got a bitch, nigga big, mad
You can go and ask the ops
Bitch, my aim on point
Why you have to bring me up to * the bitch?
That's annoying
I'ma walk and lick
But niggas know I ain't going for it
Don't argue bout skits with me, gotta score some more
* around, put a up in the leaf
And puff, puff, pass
Slide through and switch up everything
Don't make us mad
Told her you can suck it
While I drive
Don't make me cry
Told the homies I'm just lying, boy
I'm W from Chris
We was sliding around with four blocks
The freak came out after four shots
Bitch got up on her knees
Gave me slot
Top
Screaming you a trophy
When you knowing that you not
Quit capping by the shoes
Cause a rack
500 for the jeans
All the bitches get to staring
When I pop up on the scene
Park up and bounce out
Mad face looking mean
Do you think cause a nigga got racked?
This * sweet
Bitch, you * with some demons
We had slide all week
Bitch looked at my wrist
She said, yeah, that ain't cheap
I can tell by the way she shaking ass
She a freak
Hit her with this crib
Then have her grabbing on them sheets
I just * a nigga, man, ho
Sent that bunk bitch to the store
He ain't come around cause he told
Nigga run up on me, then he bowed
If that's really your bro
Then stop posting R.I.P.
And go spend for him
Told the bunk bitch, get out my way
I ain't sent for you
Hopped up in a sports coupe thing
Threw some 10 on it
He said, I'm not a trophy
When you can't bet your bitch on it
How I feel today?
I might just * her and put on Rick Owens
She used to be a top-ranked bitch
Now she big-holing
Pulling up to the park
It's suicidal, niggas critched on her
That boy easy call
All I do is put a bitch on me
After he squabbled
Told a nigga where his dick on me
Better calm down
He been shot with a Big 40