I ain't fucking with these lame niggas I heard you talking to them lame niggas I see you walking with that lame nigga I heard you stalling with a lame nigga I see you stalling wit' a lame nigga Hoe stop calling up them lame niggas Hoe stop chilling wit'

So send the X and O's on another note, I'm ghost Do, re, mi, fa, so fuckin' done with you, girl So fuckin' done with all the games you play Send the X and O's on another note I'm do, re, mi, fa, so fuckin' done with you, baby Yeah, yeah, yeah And you got

Life's so shitty, but ain't it fuckin' great? Local bands (suck these nuts) U.s. bands (suck these nuts) Worldwide bands (suck these nuts) All you bands can suck these fuckin' nuts! I don't like a fuckin' thing! music sucks dick Suck the snot end off the

Pull up any kind of way I wanna She know I got that dope boy persona Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer Young niggas ballin' like we hit the numbers I done got the ball, I fuckin' cannot fumble I be rockin' new shit, I got every color This shit

I'm iced out, this Rollie cost me nothin' 420 up in London Me and Murda, we up to somethin' I fuck your bitch, now she thinkin' I'm her husband Murda, Murda, Murda shit I'm a problem, called her a "bust man" I was on the hound and almost copped me a Fort

Money make you handsome, even if you're ugly Money make her fuck me, she wanna fuck my money All my bitches love me, they love me for one thing Money keep her coming, so I'ma keep some money So I'ma keep some money They love me for one thing, huh So I'ma

She liked the way it felt inside her Fucking her harder, harder No escape from your fate Destined to be mine Every night I wait to see In the dark, watching Stalking your every move I know when you're all alone

And I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt... hey shawty I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt Yeah, yeah, uh, aye! What the fuck I gotta worry about now? Nigga you think after weatherin' the storm and comin' from the extremes I came from You think I'ma call all the way and get

I don't really want no friends I don't really want no friends, no I don't really want no friends, I don't really want no friends, no It's fuckin' TR3YWAY! It's King of New York, lookin' for the Queen Uh, you got the right one, mm L-let these-l-let these

You say kill 'em I said I got 'em Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Choppa with choppa stay loaded Bullet shells all on your floor Trying to get higher Ruby got fire I'm fucked up