Fucking around in a crap game
And I don't hang out as much
Niggas think I'm soft cause now I'm in the rap game
Bang out dope cuts
Standing on stage and I'm grabbing my nuts
I'm hitting sevens turning broke niggas purple
But when it comes to getting in a circle
Looking for Little Joe and the dumb nigga scream and choke
When deuce deuce hit the floor yo
Now which of ya wanna fade the twenty?
Ah yeah I'm shaking the ivory
I'm turnin your fat pockets skinny
Fool you can get loud, get mad, hit the joint
And boom it's like they die for me
But don't forget my point
There it is yo
I put my Nike on the bet so it won't slide
Money gone cause I'm never hitting deuce-five
Poppa needs brand-new shoes and a sweatshirt
I'm never hitting four-trey no way
Nigga see but that'll work
You wanna leave but come on hoe stay
Fool you can't even fuck with that
And now that I'm winning I gots to get my gat
Cause I see your homies starting to look
And broke motherfuckers they make the best crooks
Bucking fools now the circles getting smaller
And I'm feeling like a baller
Now you wanna go and scheme
Now since ya'll lost you wanna go out like a sucker
So I pick up my money and start walking
Punk niggas like you just love to triple-team
Cause now I let the gat start talking
Take that motherfucker
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