Miss Me With That Rap Shit

[Verse 1]
Hop straight up out the 'rari nigga
Hat cocked, Glock cocked
White tee, white ones, laced up, no socks
(Gyeeeeaaaah)
I'm the truth, I don't tell lies
A straight G nigga, you can see it in my eyes
We ain't playin over here
Ain't shit funny
Five whole days just to count the re-up money
(Daaaaymmmmn)
Had to send her to the store, three times man
(Why?) Couldn't help it kept runnin outta rubberbands
I'm a real nigga, nothin like these other guys
And I'm the best bitch until you show me otherwise
Keep it on my lap, nigga not the glove compartment
Better listen lil daddy
This is Georgia talkin'

I'm a motherfuckin g I ain't never been a bitch
All these wanna be gangstas on some studio shit
I tell em
(Aaaaaaaaaay)
Miss me with that rap shit (gyeah)
Miss me with that rap shit
Who the fuck want what you can damn sure get it
Fifty rounds off top ima damn sure hit it
(Thaaats riiiight)
Miss me with that rap shit (gyeah)
Miss me with that rap shit

[Verse 2]
Now you can talk tough and play hard
But all the hard mofuckas' in the graveyard
Now you can act bad cause you 20 deep
But all the bad mofuckas' sleepin' six feet
Now you can cap loud man and talk shit
But all the cappin' ass niggas in the casket