(I got a Public Pretender, tryin' to make me a winner) (Nigga please don't surrender, they'll have you for dinner) Now that's how this shit go! And I know you don't like me spittin' in your motherfuckin' face But ain't a motherfuckin' thing, you can do,

Cap-ass, rap-ass, bat her in her back ass You know you ain't built like that, play and get your ass smashed All black ski mask, pull up on your street fast Bodybag a nigga ass, throw his body in the trash I'm a young trap ass, strapped-ass, no time for

Ain't nothing more important than the mula (The mula) Hallelujah, hallelujah, praise God, hallelujah Ain't nothing more important than the mula Where my real niggas that's gon' ride for me Where my fine freaks that's gon' ride for me I'm with my shooter

You Can Catch Me In The Hood, Up To No Good, With That Mac Like Right Beside Me, I ain't Buying No Niggas, Eyeing My Figures, Deprive Me Of My Life, Try me, I'mma Rip Up Tissue, Homie I won't Miss You, This'll Be The Day That You Dying, Nigga I'm

I, don't know what you take me for I, really don't play that shit I, ain't got to get you hit I get out myself and spray that shit Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over I got a itchy-itchy trigger finger, nigga it's killin' me Not to spray this

Say how you lay at night Tired of that nigga Shit feels much better It's a match made and heaven sent, set in fires in hell Overdue for your lovin' baby, I don't want no one else Ain't no way I would do you dirty What you're doing to me Ain't no way that

I know what you going through That nigga ain't me Girl you know He don't hold you down I just wanna show you I know what you going through (Oooh) Girl that nigga ain't me naw Down like he suppose to

I won't hold back Nothing like them other niggas Nothing like them other bitches I'm coming back for good So let them niggas know it's mines I already got someone is what you tell 'em every time That shit ain't up for grabs Where you at on the map

You on that bullshit ain't you? Now, you on that bullshit ain't you? Yeah, yup, yeah, yup Everybody with me, nigga deep I got the 100's big faces like a mongoloid (God forgive me) I'm back on my bullshit They say we smoke, we gon' smoke You say we gon'

For the nigga who be talking loud and holding his dick Talking shit, he better lay low For the bitch that said I shot some shit up out of my dick Now she sick, she better lay low For the niggas who be claiming my hood And really ain't from my gang,