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[Verse 1: Lil
Okay I'ma throw a on this beat, now who wanna play fetch?
it comes to the drugs, boy we shop at Payless
Shawty came too times, left the whole bed wet
[?] I'm the Blood Method Man,
A man a dead man, can I get an amen?
You done all of them guns and ain't nobody dead yet
your pussy ass in traffic, aim at the head rest
Got your bitch on her lookin' like she legless
Like I trust my iPhone, I can't trust the clique I ride for
If I see 'em in the streets, I'ma have to 'em like a rival
I'm a pleasure to your eyeballs, I'm so fly, at Skymall
Mama never bought me knockoffs, I need some wood to knock on
Lil Tunechi, I'm a movie, get your bears and popcorn
I got very hot on my hip, I get my hip hop on
And little red dot gon' help me hit a nigga spot on
guard with the bullets, you say Rajon, I say Rajon
Hold up, we them boys, we them wild
I hold my pistol when I shoot, that's for style points
to society, menace to myself though
Bend but don't break, my niggas call me
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 on top of me, she started from the bottom
On that Cognac and that pack, that loud pack
You gotta the rat when it gets too big for the mousetrap
Shoot at me and I'ma smile back and then I "Pow"
Flip you over a kayak, bitch it's combat
Bitch I'm gun Tunechi, favorite color ruby
Made enough to quit but I makin' up excuses
Triple A dick, that's and amusin'
I'm sedated and secluded, I'm the greatest and
Cause my baby say I'm livin' wrong
Well if I die then I guess she right
Catch me on this mothafuckin' water, nigga
I catch your ass at a red light
And you gon' hear that blocka, blocka
I represent my killers like Cochran
We mamas and toddlers
We don't give a fuck if their ass
moment of silence for Chris Wallace
Soulja Slim, Pac, Pimp C, I hope they're
And Weezy hot as, tamales
My private got that wi-fi and that wireless
I'm so sorry for the

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