Fuck Rap

Big 6, nigga (Classic)
Every time, I nut and leave, nigga, mhm yeah

I don't need no nigga
 don't fuck with ho niggas
Got bro with me, he off of four Skittles
Drop shit, you on big opp shit, yeah
I expose niggas took street money
Turned that to P money like
I got Coach with us
RIP giGi, miss my nigga Lo
He beat that road with it
Hit MD, they goin' for the high
I want the whole ticket
I dare a nigga come reach for my chain
I got big pole with me
Feel this Rollie on me freeze up like the
Cold or it got snow in it
Yeah, plus ain't no ho with me
We up that score, nigga
Hit your city and snatch a soul in it
You hang with niggas you
Know dropped your mans
These niggas whole bitches
Won't let a fuck nigga fuck up my plans
I ain't go no feelings
We'll take that shit up off your neck
Fuck about your strap, you in my hood
Bitch, quit throwin' up your set, yeah
Nigga reach, I'm throwin' up big TEC
Just counted up a check and we got now
Don't give a fuck about who next, yeah
Fuck rap, I'm really up some shit
And it's just me and gang, so don't ask me
About no nigga you don't see me with, yeah
Car and house, this shit up on my wrist
So much water, now that I think about
It, shit, I should've went to Flint, ayy
Pussy good, I put her on the kit
5K on the 'fit, you niggas pussy
Thirty racks on your whole clique, yeah
I'm still on probation for that stick
I asked lil' gang what he wanted to sign
He said just put him on the lick
(Iced Up Records) bitch, I got new money
That pink and blue money
Count two hundred, that's clearly too money
I'm sick of niggas
Done killed all your guys and
Y'all ain't do nothin'
They still ain't blew nothin', we dropped
Shit, I ain't gotta prove nothin', nigga

That's on the gang, lil' nigga
I ain't gotta prove nothin' to these niggas
Keep runnin', keep it runnin', 2 Side we on
My nigga Von on the beat
Drank God, Robbin Season 2, bitch
What?