It’s like a full time job not to kill niggas Shout out to the real niggas, salute And shout out to the real bitches, say what I’m poppin’ bottles with my real niggas Fre Boosie, real nigga, in the jail standing tall like Shaquile nigga I used to say, I

I just wanna hear you say you miss me I know it hurts you every time you diss me When I'm fucked up you the one I'm always hitting When I lost you feel like I lost one of my kidneys I did what you wanted, got these bitches off of me I don't know why you

Can you please bring my bottles to my booth? (Where my bottles?) Me, I know just what to do to get 'em loose I pull up and my car ain't got no roof (Fuck with me) All these bitches say that I'm the truth (Fuck with me) I know just what to do to get 'em

You know what I'm saying nigga Its a young nigga know what I'm saying Nigga gon' act like they don't see a young nigga These niggas see a young nigga These bitches see a young nigga Nigga shine, nigga flashing you feel me My nigga Ian up in this bitch

Ain't that some shit Well paid for this rap and shit I got that work Say what? My flow Say what? My bitches Say what? You Cole Say what? I said

Taste, taste, she can get a taste Taste, taste, do you love the taste? Taste, taste, let you get a taste Taste, taste, fuck what a nigga say It's all the same, like Mary-Kate Slide on a pimp game with my pinky ring Lotta gang, lotta bitches, and a icy

I just wanna ball in the wraith With your broad in the way And I wanna, I'ma take my shot Leave your daughter with the papers Fuck what them bitches saying, fuck what them niggas doing Before you were getting going, I was getting to it I pray to God, is