I ain't ever been a pussy nigga
Say it to my face if you ain't pussy nigga
Got a hundred niggas, that's a hundred triggers
And if you ain't a hundred we ain't fucking with you
Playing with your life, now that's a gamble
Nah there ain't a problem we can't handle
A nigga rob me, he hit the lottery
I just broke the bank, I hit the lottery
Lottery, lottery
A nigga rob me, he hit the lottery
Lottery, lottery
I just broke the bank, I hit the lottery
Pussy nigga, you a walking lick
Pussy nigga talking like he want these problems
Before I had a mil I was a fucking robber
Hit em' with that chopper
That money, that chain, that watch, boy I need it out you
Bitch I'm good in every hood I don't need no vaucher
You could be from here to Ankerm, bet those shooters find you
Shout out to my shooters, 21 gun salute
They gon' murk a pussy nigga if I tell them shoot
Real street nigga don't need no hood pass
Shout out to them robbers and them home invaders
Shout out to them D-Boys ducking home invasions
Real street nigga don't need no hood pass
Real street nigga fuck a hood pass
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