FuckWitMeYouKnowIGotIt

I got money on yo’ head, I don’t do my dirty work

I cut off my hands, I don’t even touch the work

I pray these niggas don’t fuck with me, and I don’t like to cuss in church

And my girl pussy taste just like mrs. Butterworth’s

I mean that, believe that

Don’t be short with that work nigga

We find out where your hoe work nigga

We follow you moms from church nigga

You gonna have to swallow yo’ pride like a thirst quencher

Get ‘em tune

I don’t really fuck around with certain niggas

Fuck all y’all niggas, except my niggas

These niggas hustling backwards

Check ya rear view mirror and ya side mirrors

Og kush keep my mind clearer

That choppa get yo’ mind right, I got 2 choppas that’s chopsticks

Eat yo’ block up like shrimp fried rice, been so long since I seen my eyes white

You know I smoke like dry ice, better stay in your lane and get sideswiped

It’s going down, let me straighten up and fly right

Still can’t turn a hoe into a housewife

Man it’s like some things will never change

You ain’t got a shot in a gun range

These chumps ain’t even got chump change

Uh yeah, and don’t fuck with me, you know I’m gotti

Yeah, check yourself before I sign it

Yeah, I’m shinin on these niggas, no horizon

Yeah, and it’s going down if I’m her pilot

Uh, my new car is so robotic

My new bitch is so provided

Money talks, yours like: “no comment”

Black car, racial profilin’

Rest in peace to christopher wallace

Desert eagle like the mojave

I get my work from rico suave

Uh, it’s a rollie if I got time on my hand

If you ever see me broke, write on my cast

Boy my weed so good I cry when it’s gone

Had a phone in jail, that’s a cellphone

Yeah, I’m ’bout to buy a machine gun

We drink it all, leave clean cups

Make mountains look like speed bumps

I’m sittin’ on some train tracks, hopin’ that bitch speed up

I’m strongarm and these niggas roll my sleeves up, yeah

I got bad bitches on standby, all my hoes got cat eyes

Celebrate when a rat die, make a nigga fall back like he getting baptized

Put me in a hospital room full of flat lines, I’m tunechi li, immortal

My name ringin’, my name ringin’, hello may I take yo’ order?

I say… testarossa over testimony

Got so much shit built up you could smell it on me

Fuck all y’all niggas in swahili nigga

Ain’t nothing free ’round here but willy nigga

Ak-47, call it mr. Biggs

All my niggas blood, fuck yo’ syringe

Chop his head off, put it in the fridge

Try not to mistake that shit for dinner

Dedication

Hey, let me introduce you niggas to america most

Every nigga around with me carry a toast

Sedated bitches like a nigga tune the low

They just be like 10 and we doin’ ‘em all

Okay, tune in the jet flyin’ over the boat

I’m on the way from the panama, I got a few on the boat

What you nigga make a year, I could do with the blow

You keep on playin’ with me, bet I’ll put a few in you hoe

The fake of a fuck-nigga, we soon to see

These niggas sweet as perfume to me

I mean really like cartoon to me

Ain’t nobody fuckin’ with tune and me

Hustle gang bang green, in God we trust

Young money cash money, they down with us

I got a bitch who want yo’ bitch, you finna get a hoe up

And don’t bullshit, shorty listen you don’t really know us

We will bust a nigga head, leave him layin’ for dead

I get caught with a banger, I’mma lay in the feds

In gen pop nigga, every day in the feds

I was chillin’ on the yard, really going hard

And these pussy niggas catchin’ feelings over broads

King pussy nigga, but I’m really like a God

A-town nigga, bank head I’m ’bout it

Everybody know not to fuck with me cause I got it