I got weight in haze, my customers hoes sleep with me, we have small beef, I still sell them
O's for $3.50, they knowin' big beef, I pop a hundred times, be like roadkill, I leave
my niggas brains on 1 and 9, and my down bitches, they be ready to kill, I be like chill, they
be like, that's my nigga boy, yeah, uh huh, I'm from the bricks, I'm here, we live, that's
my nigga boy, yeah, young Z, smack, all my niggas from the hood, they be like, that's
my nigga boy, yeah, B-Boy, you my nigga, yeah, talk to him, uh huh, yo, I don't give
a fuck if you don't sell a record, I'm still gon' get this money in the books, yeah, yeah
it's Billy Z, I'm like Santa Claus, I deliver niggas grams, they're all straight from Panama
memes eat it up like cannibal, and my dimes disappear like magic wands, I sell them to
the crack of dawn and destroy every track I'm on, plus I have a clan packed in the back
of vans, more raw than a Taliban, murk you for a half a gram, I get B-Boy and drop your
truck in the river, fuck some dope, you be like, that's my nigga boy, yeah, Manson, Sass
Purse, Smite, Sun Sun, and me, the whole, homicide, Dante Ross, Noah, Dark, Stan, me
him, uh, Fred, Maddie, Flo, Sean, Cody, that's my nigga boy, yeah, uh huh, uh huh, yeah
all my niggas, yeah, uh huh, uh huh, scarecrow, what, I'm tryna walk before I crawl, I want it
all, ever since I came out of my mama's walls, I'm tryna make so much dough, when I write a song
I can buy them all, while you click on the corner selling final calls, yeah, niggas mad at us
gladiators like Maximus, we fabulous, while you fall off like counting business managers
my man D, you keep the Nina Pillings, point them on and watch me suffer like Serena Williams
yeah, yeah, Moe, Raze, Levi, Shatee, that's my nigga boy, Josh, Pozeski, Oleg, D12, Mack
Lance B, yeah, Fennel, Reef, Cook, Coupe, Lump, Nice, D-Dime, yeah
Goofy, B-Drop, Splitstar, Kenz, B-Uno, Meek, Z-Need, Buddha, E-User, Beep, Freelugas
spitting from out PT cruisers, my tape don't drop, I still got dough to make
got little niggas on roller skates, holding my coke and wait
blow paper, hoe chaser, dough raiser, Joe Frazier, 16 cellies and 4 pagers
go hype up your squad that they might fuck with ours, I just light up cigars, go buy bikes, trucks
and cars, got Axe & Nitty in Atlanta deep, Randy Street, 10 grand a week, I give them one word to
put your man to sleep, and I love my jersey line bitches, they'll leave a nigga face with 35
stitches, they'll help me tie center blocks and push a kid so deep in the ocean, go see where
octopuses live, this label deal is for rise, pace and chill, I know mad heads but still
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