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Fucking it up until a nigga had enough

Ya see I’m rough and I’m tough no afro puffs

But I’m gone in a rage with a twelve gauge

On the front page and I bet I’m finna call your bluff

Still so playa flying to Himalayas

Pulling up in the hood wide body valeter

I’ma shot call like I’m the Mayor

For the 2K2 I’m a rap rhyme sayer

Debanere rap game one of a kind

Breaking it down I bet I’m fin to leave a nigga behind

I ain’t lying I’m finan get this bitch crunk

Make a nigga have a wreck when he pop his trunk

Somebody finna get dumped trunk

I don’t give a damn bout a nigga who claiming they down with me

Niggas be hoes straight up fly to me

You don’t wanna see that heat on side of me

Trae ain’t tripping I’m finna flip a nigga off

I done paid the cost Guerilla Maab in the do'

I don’t need nan nigga up in my face

You better beat your feet and at a faster pace

Like your name was Flow Joe

Come with a AK out the fo' do'

Bust me a nigga then I’m out the backdo'

Taking me a trip to Acapulco what hoe

I’m in mash mode for all my haters, on the rise like a elevator

I’m a motivator and a 6−10 skater, cuff your gal cause I might just take her

I’m on the block cause the block is hot, and I’ll cock the Glock with the red

dot

If you try to knock a nigga named Lil' B, wrecking the track with Trae and

Dougie D

I’m a motherfucking renogader, packing a AK to spray the whole scene

When a nigga wanna get out of line drop him off on a dime

Fo' times until you know what I mean

See we don’t play cats throwing up S. K

Mashing full time with no delay

Dumping bodies all across Fewquay

Leave em stinking till the bodies decay

Whoa now cause this is how it go down

When you fucking with niggas that’s representing H-Town

Beat your back in until it break down

Cause niggas is hating they gon feel us now

Till the break of dawn I don’t bar none

If a nigga running up he gon catch some

With a slick to the chest who’s next

Cause the next stay strapped and then we ready for plex

We mashing out nigga, without a doubt nigga

(you know we don’t bar the plex, so how the fuck you gonna stop us nigga)

We mashing out nigga, without a doubt nigga

(you know we be known to wreck, so when you play this shit don’t jock nigga)

I’ma give it to you live I’ma give it to you raw

I ain’t even finna play with you motherfuckers

I’m a motherfucker that’ll be packing a Glock

Taking em out with red dots I’m a head buster

I’ma mob out I’ma ride out

No doubt making motherfuckers slide out need to hide out

Fucking round with the wrong nigga Dougie now now

Leave a motherfucker crispy burned and fried out

Does the Dougie give it out m-hm

Like a nigga be smoking up on good green yes sir

Fucking em up in the first round yes sir

I’m just so cold I make a nigga say burr

Gripping a round me and my dogs get buck

With the K-E-P-O ready to crunk

We S-L-A-B now lil' bitch what

On a shred of the microphone we ain’t no punks

Dougie D so thoed and they already know

With the Trae and the Jay’Ton and damn Bybo

Got a partna named Black One gripping a gun

I got a kin folk Brite that be dropping the bombs

I got a click of motherfuckers putting boys on the run

And when you thought it was over nigga it just begun

And when you hear this jam nigga don’t you bump

When you feel you ready nigga then come get some

Stepping up in the do' you know it’s Kepoe, when it’s bout plex I let my heat go

Know I gotta represent the S-O, letting my boys go now watch how I flow

Hard for a broad flow like a bitch, better back up and watch how I switch

If you get crunk then get hold of this, ain’t no female finna do this shit

Go nationwide when I glide, 20 inch rims all on my ride

Buck inside looking live, got a word roll that’ll blow a nigga mind

Stocks and bonds 401's, mutual funds and I just begun

But I’m still like Nelly that’s number one, uh-oh better back-back here we come

Me and Trae done make a way, gotta get paid like Em and Dre

And I am whatever you say, doing my thing till I’m old and grey

Grey and old I know you know, if you wanna throw how gotta beat Kepoe

And when I’m chose I’m wrecking shows, better hold down the booth I’m about to

blow

Boosting up Houston’s side of music, y’all know how we do it piled up on tuners

Eyes all buck sipping orange juice, with Nick At Night like I Love Lucy

Now po' the Crys' cause I’m in this bitch, celebrate the South on this one hit

Heard it was do' that I got to get, now watch and see who the baddest chick

It’s Jay’Ton finna late night creep, niggas bump they gum finna lose they teeth

Why a nigga wanna fuck around with these G’s, S-L-A-B climbing up the tree

Headed to the top letting off shots, through the parking lot

Fuck that shit we don’t bar the cops, walk around strapped with a loaded Glock

If you wanna fight me what you talking bout, gotta set this off for my partna

Shot

We two deep swinging up and down the block, with yellow bone hoes all on my jock

It never stop we mashing on, sitting sideways when I’m on the chrome

Pimping my pen coming out the dome, me and my click keep rolling on

I be Pharoah from Street Miltary

Military of the streets nigga we killas

I done hooked up with a mob of Guerillas

To make me a lil' more scrilla

Running up on a motherfucker for the kilos

If you don’t give it up you’s a dead man

Shoot em down to the ground with hollow tip rounds

With a flame draped up in the red clan

It don’t stop I’ma bleed the block

Represent South Park to the heart MLK Boulevard

Cause I be the nigga that’ll be fucking em up

Doing hoe ass niggas bad pulling they card

Me and my nigga 2, be sweeping through the hood

Trying to see what’s up on the loot

In a Oldsmobile with a big old grill

We roll real in a hot pursuit

I got’s to shoot loving the game

To the world everytime I get down

S-L-A-B Slow Loud And Bangin, bringing platinum hit sounds

I’ma cause mo' drama than Osama, when I get to blasting shots

And dropping bombs and stepping on the gas

Never looking back straight mashing on

Rack em up dump em down, I’m the Boss of H-Town

Screwed Up underground, I got hoes in lost and found

G-O-V, nigga it’s Street Game forever

All in your face, I’m genuine like leather

Boss Man Pimp Chris, stacking big faces

Me and Fat Ceddy, is on rotations

Understand this here, I’m the playa of the year

No man I fear, fuck sipping on beer