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[Verse 1: MelOnMarz]
Niggas love talking that shit like they really bout it they ain't living like this
Say he in love with this hoe steady calling her phone while she sucking my dick
Nigga go get some cash nigga go get guap
You steady calling the hoe and she in the back sucking cock
Niggas ain't bout this life niggas ain't bout this shit
Niggas ain't never get close niggas ain't never hit Vic
All my shit be stamp I take your crew of the map
Why you keep talking bout gang little nigga when you know that shit be cap
I got a shooter he laid In a cut and he take of a lil nigga hat
All of us used to be FBG, we riding round with big macs
I spend my gas money bending they strip I'm need more than a little snack
I need a hoe nigga head I need a hoe dreads
Both side spanking they whip little nigga tryna make sure they bitch nigga dead
All I need is five five six and a all green whip paint the whole city red
Why you keep stunting that shit little boy you ion live by nothing you said?
None of my niggas gone play 'bout San they fill yo ass full of that lead
My little bronem addicted to perc's he'll do any thing for the meds
He walk you down in a all black shirt leave your brains hanging on by a thread
.223 out in an all white truck what I mean when I'm going for a sled
I get caught with a switch ain't talking bout shit never work with the feds

[Verse 2: murdokk]
I was outside trying to get money, I was really tryna get me a Visa
I was young as hell, in the back of the class, I was really tryna' to fuck my teacher
She said, "What's your name? Nice to meet you,"
I told that bitch, "Don't talk to me, only talk if you tryna please,"
I told that nigga, "Don't talk to me unless it's 'bout a feature,"
Uh, I'on really like to talk at all unless it's 'bout my Breezer
The nigga tryna talk to me, he get hit with the ARPS
Shit, leveled up, real niggas fashion, yeah that bitch is fiending