Uhhhh

It's like 1 am, you know what I mean?
Lunch Crew shit '012, 2012
Thanks A Redd ah (My nigga Caasi, turn up)
I'm super comfortable yeah

Uh (Uh) , fuck what you heard
I got killers with Glocks in hand just
Sittin' by the phone,  just waitin'
On my word, uh
Rich off of verbs
If this rap shit don't work, I'm takin'
A flight, comin' back with them birds, uh
(Correct) makin' her squirt
She like, "Damn, nigga, can you nut?" Bitch
Shut the fuck up, I popped me a Perc'
Uh (Correct)
Nigga, we cursed
Wake up every morning, load my chop, and pray
To God that I don't die first, uh
(Correct)

My brother robbed the whole Flint
Mama said don't go back (Facts)
Fat nigga, mini-MAC in hand, bitch
This was way before rap
Almost got indicted for my raps, bitch
And I'm never gon' cap (Facts)
762s enter and exit where
Your fuckin' dome at (Yoom)
Granny know I'm sellin' dope outside
So we can own cable (Granny)
Never really cheated on my bitch
I just gave facials
Bobo showed me ways with the 'caine
How could I blame Abel?
Would've killed for a CMG chain
Now I got my own label (That's facts)
Free G Wayne
I swear my nigga love that chopper sound
B gone, but I'ma hold it down, bitch
I'm big papa now
I don't hit no clubs, but Draco
Glocks around when I'm poppin' out
Tryna run up a milli' cash pussy-free
Don't bring no thots around (Thotties)
My mama say I say the dumbest shit
But I'm a social genius
Kanasha broke my heart, so I can't love
I'm a damaged demon
Paul and G fucked every bitch I
Love and it left me speechless
Break a bitch heart to fifty pieces
Get that bitch some Kleenix (O oh)

Uh, fuck what you heard
I got killers with Glocks
In hand just sittin'
By the phone, just waitin' on my word, uh
Rich off of verbs
If this rap shit don't work, I'm takin'
A flight, comin' back with them birds, uh
(Correct, ooh) makin' her squirt
She like, "Damn, nigga, can you nut?" Bitch
Shut the fuck up, I popped me a Perc'
Uh (Perky, correct)
Nigga, we cursed
Wake up every morning, load my chop, and pray
To God that I don't die first, uh

Big Baby always talkin' too much, he so messy
(Man, shut the fuck up)
I refuse to fake the love, bitch
I can't help it (Woohoo)
Niggas known me all my fuckin' life, bitch
This the real me (Facts)
And I ain't changin', you
Don't like it? Pussy, kill me
(Uh) when it get dark, Jurassic Park
Like a sci-fi picture
Granny bought a minivan
My brother did a drive-by in it
Hold up, wait, A Redd (O oh)
Stop the track (Okay)
I really swipe Hot-N-Ready, bitch
That's facts
You should've got hired at Lids
'cause all you pussies do is cap
Same nigga ask for money
I couldn't even get they scraps
Told them niggas no
So what'd they do? They stabbed
Me in the back (Woo)
Niggas talkin' down to they bitch
So I fucked her from the back (Uh)
I used to be down and out
But I'm the shit now fat, ugly nigga
But my main bitch a brickhouse (Uh)
It stank when you twerk (O oh)
And your friends talk behind your back
They never tell your stankin' ass the truth
They just sit back and cap

Uh (Uh) , fuck what you heard
I got killers with Glocks
In hand just sittin'
By the phone, just waitin' on my word, uh
Rich off of verbs
If this rap shit don't work, I'm takin'
A flight, comin' back with them birds, uh
(Correct, ooh) makin' her squirt
She like, "Damn, nigga, can you nut?" Bitch
Shut the fuck up, I popped me a Perc'
Uh (Perky, correct)
Nigga, we cursed
Wake up every morning, load my chop, and pray
To God that I don't die first, uh

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