Bitch! 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Uh uh Can niggas talk bullshit on records and see him in public And they never do nothing You violator, demonstrations I’ma Put niggas up on there, wherever we want I got racks in my pocket right next to my llamas I’m mowin' my bag, the purple mohana Get after my girl and it’s round whatever So don’t be struck down when you seein' me nigga Whoever fuck with me be smoking the Sadie You ready for war, you bout that life really You catch me in Cali, you catch me in Philly See me in Miami, the coppers is wit me Don’t kick no niggas who be gossippin' with me Lookin' for yo bitch but she probably (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me) We ain’t playin', got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me) In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me) Streets (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me) She's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me) He’s (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me) We ain’t playin', got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me) In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me) Strong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me) Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me) Drank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me) Uh, pussy money weed wit me Before you judge me I plead guilty I wish a nigga would, I won’t get a splinter Just bought a chicken, bout to break it down into chicken tenders This block booming, I’m not human My drop zoomin', my eyes groomin' One giant leaf for mankind I’m high as moon men, how have you been? Gun ain't on my waist But it ain’t that far away I’m sparkling like some Chardonnay Here today, gone today I play with pussy, not these niggas Crucify these niggas Kidnap em call they boss and ask em who gone buy these niggas Got Lil Wayne on her ass, Lil Tunechi on her titties To kill me you gotta die wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me Hey Wayne wait man, these niggas ain’t true Julio on the yard, these niggas can’t do These niggas ain’t King, these niggas ain’t Tune Got the game locked up, covered every angle Got the outside, inside, middle lane too All sold up nigga, hold up nigga Pimps on the loop, put yo hoes up nigga Handcuff that bitch when we roll up nigga We’ll hit that bitch, run pole up in her And the head and shoulders of another ho up in her With the legs checkin' out, is she dead? Just about Then we rollin' some loud and leave up out the house We leave up the house, counting 100’s and 50’s And go do a show for 250 We sell out arenas at hundreds of cities These niggas want trouble? I’m bringing it wit me (wit me, wit me, wit me) We ain’t playin', got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me) In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me) Streets (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me) She's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me) He’s (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me) (I’m wit!) ((wit me) We ain’t playin', got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me) In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me) Strong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me) Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me) Drank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me) They ain’t fuckin' wit me, wit me, wit me No, they ain’t fuckin' wit me, wit me, wit me Yo T.I., they ain’t fuckin' with us pimp, ah! My bad I didn't mean to scream, sorry