Yeah man, uh, Im in the studio with Big Flake
Uh huh, thats my nigga, he fin to wreck this bitch
Yo, we shut them down with Dopehouse Records
Were family, we ride together we roll together
For you hoes that dont understand it, fuck you
KnowImtalkingbout, yo, uh
Big Flake bitch yeah, you know me
Ride around in my city in a leg-O-D
Like, I hit the block with a glock in my priches
Fuck the pool shit and I got something for you bitches
Thats all in my space, trying to take a nigga place
But I aint with the shit, get the fuck out my face
Fuck a case, the hooter cant hold me down
Im 300 pounds, six feet you know me now
And show me bitch where the dance at shack
Got a cannon on my waist and bitch I blast back
Get the last laugh, cause I aint stopping till I fold you
I flip young boys like a ki of soda
Its the take over, Shut Em Down on the map
And we dont give a fuck I drop bombs like a jap
And throwed tracks, and throwed raps, I bust caps
Now what yall little niggas know about that
First we click clack, then you hear it go pop
Im a young little g and man I cant stop
Im non shalant, so I cant be detected
And you heard the ghetto message, and bitch I wrecked it
Its like I resurrected and just came up out the grave
Cause everytime I grab the mic, all these niggas in a daze
Its like almighty, when you creep up in the hood
Every corner you weak, my gs up to no good
Its understood, my crime stories and dope sales
My nigga Los said, man dope sales
You gone fell, if you try to test this
Im like daytime T.V., young and restless
Check the guest list, me and D V.I.P.
Im a cold ass mex call me frosty
Dont try to cross me, cause I dont like hoe niggas
I bust down the door with a 4-4 nigga
Do I like dro no nigga, Big Flake on the loose out
Hold a grudge with two face niggas fuck they damn troops, bitch
Thats real my nigga
Fuck these hoe ass niggas
You bring your boys, Ill bring my boys
You get your guns, Ill get my guns
On the play list, diamond bracelets
Then we make hits, V-12s makeshift
Spent a few years in this rap game
Slanging cocaine, nasty sacks say
Niggas I was selling kilos, and elbows with
Are the same motherfuckers that I do shows with
Smoke indo, and fuck with some thick hoes
My enemies roll deep like some minnows
Im ?stilloes?, the one you came to for caine fool
When you got robbed when you had to explain to
I cant do the dope, said it before
Devil in the mic, mesmerized be the row
As a plan of skills, Im still cracking rims
I got a beer belly look like Im having twins
Im the youngest, mom say Im the worst
The finest bitch in my school was the fucking nurse
Only heaven knows, what Ive been through
In third grade I got busted with ?hijitsu?
Now I rest my head in a hotel room
With a gun and a bitch and some used balloons
Watching cable half a eight on the table
Mix a two liter with four Os of maple
Im wago ami wathro, come through the back door
And went for bout 80 pounds of wacky tabacco
I jack hoes, but now Im trying to rap though
My nextdoor neighbor played for the Astros
And last night he hit two home runs
Everywhere I go I got at least four guns
I got two plants, that grow under lamps
Im at the club just wishing I could dance
Man I got cash, still Im a quetho
I like to watch my dog eat up other dogs and let go
Im murdering, Ill destroy any earthling
Choking on his own blood, gargling and gurgling
Step to me, you better be hard
I know you motherfuckers remember me from Reveille Park
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