Lyrics

[Part 1]
Big blunts and forties
New Lambo off the lot, can't afford it
Bust the head of a sucka
For speaking out of order
Liquor on the curb
For my homies not here
Gotta get my bread up like yeast
I ain't talkin' bread crumbs
Fold my paper with a crease
Better have my money or I'm coming for your mama
And your children and your peoples, fam
Hit a family man in the back
Then celebrate with champagne
My shorty and my man
Who my shorty's gonna bang
And then I'ma gonna bang my shorty in the brain
And then the cops finna blow my brains
Out on the pavement, nigga

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