[Intro:]
Talkin bout ya bussin heads, nigga, you ain't shot shit!
Talkin bout ya workin clips, nigga, you ain't!
Oh, you done went and got all them guns and you and killed nobody yet?
How many times you shot that muhfucka, nigga?
Ain't nobody popped up dead?
Shit!
[Chorus – x2:]
Talkin bout you poppin tags, nigga, you ain't bought shit!
Talkin bout a hundred bottles, nigga, you ain't popped shit!
All you talk nana clips, nigga, you ain't shot shit!
Spendin money on these hoes, nigga, you ain't fuck shit!
[Verse 1:]
Bought the ho a hundred pair of red bottoms,
That's a quarter milli on a hand job, my nigga,
Brrr, stick'em,
Fuck you and every nigga came witcha, fuck!
Go ‘n put a nigga on a picture,
Go ‘n put a nigga on a T-shirt,
Back in the day when a nigga sell dope,
Imma slap your daddy out and then put him in a hole.
Glock 40, whoo!
Turn up, turn up!
My ambitions as a ridah,
Sippin on lean, gettin higher,
Nigga, I'm a codeine buyer,
No, you not a foreign whip driver.
Shout out to the shooters and the shooters only,
You never walk around with a lot of money,
Bundles fallin all out your pocket,
When you hit ‘em in the head, can you keep a solid?
Bulletproof whip, we'll blow it up,
Like some raw uncut, don't blow it up,
Represent your gang, nigga, throw it up,
I don't give a fuck where you at, nigga, throw it up.
[Chorus – x2]
[Verse 2:]
Catch a nigga slippin at the red light,
With ya AK, let me see you shoot it,
You're a goon, you're a goon, you're a goon, you're a goon,
Nigga, let me see you prove it.
Presidential Rollie and it's glidin',
Love a nigga wrist when it's shinin',
Hate a nigga wrist when it's blingin',
So I went and added more diamonds.
Hot boy, nigga, B.G.,
That's the way these young niggas eat,
Drinkin on syrup, can't sleep,
Keep it copasetic with your partner.
Blockbuster niggas runnin around with real choppers,
Nigga, what's the color of them bottles? They ain't gold,
And you movin round with ya ho,
You ain't even stickin to the code.
Pimps up, pimps up, hoes down, hoes down,
A pool full of money and I'm bout to drown,
Imma fool on the corner with that Bobby Brown,
Button up suits at the Grammy's,
Had to turn it up for the family,
Yes, I'm a Freebandz bandit.
[Chorus – x2]
[Intro:]
Talkin bout ya bussin heads, nigga, you ain't shot shit!
Talkin bout ya workin clips, nigga, you ain't!
Oh, you done went and got all them guns and you and killed nobody yet?
How many times you shot that muhfucka, nigga?
Ain
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