| You got a problem, you can get it how you live, pussy nigga
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| I ain’t flexin', it just is what it is, pussy nigga
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| Get thrown, get shot, get killed, pussy nigga
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| So what? |
| You got all that money but you still a pussy nigga
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| You ain’t bout that life, you just be actin hard, pussy nigga
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| Every day I’m sucka duckin, trynna dodge pussy niggas
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| All we did was slang crack and get paid, pussy nigga
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| Been the man ever since first grade, pussy nigga
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| Don’t believe me? |
| See me, try me, see what happen, pussy nigga
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| You be dissin', I be laughin' cause you just rappin', pussy nigga
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| No matter what, you’ll never be me, pussy nigga
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| And see me, no matter what, I’ll never be a pussy nigga
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| I play a lot of games, but I ain’t playin', I ain’t playin'
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| They say a lot of things, but they ain’t doin' what they sayin'
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| Don’t get it fucked up, them niggas scared not me
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| Hold up, let me tell these motherfuckers something 'bout me
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| Hey when they walk up on me 'Man, what it is, my potna?'
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| I say nuthin' but Bankhead and Center Hill, my potna
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| Didn’t believe us when we said 'They tried to kill my potna.'
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| That’s why he doin' life, but he still my potna
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| Better get it back to section, you ain’t one of my potnas
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| Get on your ass for touchin', that ain’t one of my potnas
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| Ask Snoop, I’m the truth, like Trae, my potna
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| C-Dub, KT, yes they my potnas yo
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| Young Dro, Mac Boney, Big Kuntry, my potnas
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| They could talk but they know better than to fuck with my potnas
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| As a young’n OG told me 'Do your thang, my potna!'
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| That’s why now I’m on everything and Hustle Gang, my potna
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| I play a lot of games, but I ain’t playin', I ain’t playin'
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| They say a lot of things, but they ain’t doin' what they sayin'
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| Don’t get it fucked up, them niggas scared not me
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| Hold up, let me tell these motherfuckers something 'bout me
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| These niggas talk tough, but they know they don’t want it
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| You see me racked up, it’s kinda fucked what you told me
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| Don’t be a fool now, boy I’ll leave you where you lay
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| And I got shooters, ain’t no shame, just what they do every day
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| Back in the day my record wasn’t gettin' played
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| I was trappin', ridin' dirty, gettin' paid
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| What? |
| Cut the 5 keys in the back
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| Hey let me tell you niggas something bout that
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| My cousin Toot was the man, he got his work 'round the base
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| And how much money he made, nobody know 'til this day
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| My uncle quit, had the city sold up
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| He did 10k and back I blowed up
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| Ey Every man that’s statin' 'bout me
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| At 16 all I wanted was a key
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| A bank roll, an apartment full of hoes
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| Hey let me tell you something 'bout me 'case you didn’t know didn’t know
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| I play a lot of games, but I ain’t playin', I ain’t playin'
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| They say a lot of things, but they ain’t doin' what they sayin'
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| Don’t get it fucked up, them niggas scared not me
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| Hold up, let me tell these motherfuckers something 'bout me |