You still tryina get to know me huh
I see you walking round the club waving round that fake rollie huh
And your h belt phoney huh
You seen scarface 100 times and still think you tony huh?
You man thought I forgot, huh
That he the reason that my motherfucking dog got shot, huh?
And papi got some nerve, huh, some nerves
Tryina sell me so blow and overpricing for his birds, huh?
Don't know I got em comin from mexico, huh
And gas these bitches up like I'm texaco, huh
Snitch tight, bitch tight
I'm allergic to them cause I'm the rich type
Let's talk money, pull up to the table, play with me
I'm in your house like I'm hookin up the cable
Yeah, bullet tool out the toolbox
Makin sales on burer king parkin lot got me too hot
Strap on deck so I'm movin straight
Sold a half of brick got the super 8
I took the state troopers on a high chase
Got rid of the car, wipe the prints down, I'm safe
Like a motherfucking home run, turning keys like I'm pablo escobar son
The black version, the max working
Massage from your wife, your back hurting
Truck loads, bust loads, fuck hoes
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