A fuck nigga, that's that shit I don't like A snitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like A bitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like Sneak disser, that's that shit I don't like Fraud niggas, y'all niggas, that's that shit I don't like Your shit make

One love, one love, one thug One nation, twenty-one gun salute I'm hoping my true motherfuckers know This be the realest shit I ever wrote Against all odds, up in the studio, getting blowed To the truest shit I ever spoke 21 gun salute, dressed in

I wanna fuck like we're filming in the valley Like we're filming in the valley, in the valley (lips, tits, clit, sit) In the valley, in the valley, (lips, tits, clit, sit) (Lips, tits, clit, sit, lips, tits, clit, sit) I wanna taste your sweat, force my

Brad Pitt, that's my cousin When you see me in the club Angelina show me love You got me fucked up Like you don't know what's up All my Angelinas if you got it let me see it Brad, Brad, Pitt Slick shit man that's all we do hoe That little homie let me

I give it all that I got I get the cash and I flip it (yeah) I fuck the baddest bitches Young nigga scrape that pot (huh) Yeah, skrrt out the lot (huh) Life been movin' so fast Yeah, spend this cash (aye) I just been getting to my bag (huh) I just been

Get the-get the-get the fuck from 'round me if you nervous Now I'm gettin' all this change, goddamn I'ma hit him in the face on purpose (on purpose) If I catch 25, it was worth it (it was worth it) G-g-grew up on the block with the drug lords (drug

All day I dream about sex All day I dream about fuckin' All day I dream about sex, and All day I dream about sex, yes Honestly somehow it always seems that I'm dreaming of Something I could never be It doesn't matter to me cause I will always be that

I fuck with you, nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah Wondering why I ain't got no feelings I can't trust these bitches Fucked on your sister and you know I did it Eliantte diamonds around all my niggas I'm the savage or a dog, it don't make no difference, ah Ride my

Nigga made a whole lotta guala Now I got a whole lotta problems (yeah) Main bitch fuckin' my partner (main bitch) Nigga, we ain't trippin', we ballin' (fool) And I got a whole lotta shotters (and I gotta) Hang around a whole lotta robbers (hang around)

One day you'll go away You better run Before I go away God gave me Sundays To fuck up the game Bitch niggas saying it's luck But I which I got some Spending all my money but that shit don't work