| Yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Sole', never saw me comin', uh My brigade, some bad bitches |
| If ya get doped with bezels |
| Your neck, wrist and fixed clothes |
| You spit flows, your click roll |
| And ride with lorenzo’s, say |
| Iy yi yi yi, iy yi yi (woo!) |
| Iy yi yi yi, iy yi yi |
| Ugh, got these niggas by the balls |
| See me comin', drop the drawers, stop and pause |
| Hear me bustas, better drop the charge |
| Mothafucka, I’m about to roar |
| Spittin' at the sad nigga with the cup of dom, wha |
| These mothafuckas can’t see me You mothafuckas can’t be me These mothafuckas can’t read me You mothafuckas, you need me Followin' with that who dat, it’s true dat |
| Rip shit like a true bitch, you knew that |
| Call to my girls, we gon' do that |
| Any bitch that’s havin' a clue that |
| 9−9, time to shine, comin' with the fine rhymes |
| Line, line, hang it up, here comes |
| Mine’s mine |
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| Wanna get paper due |
| Chicks mistake the doo when I sway through |
| Any nigga in the place gon' hate, so I make mom and pop and diamond case |
| So I be mucho luciano, true low |
| You know b-o be in montigo bay sunbathin' topless, out in the tropics |
| Eatin' good, what’s for lunch? |
| Crab licked, and lobsters |
| Runnin' with many cats, sole' (probably blazed out) |
| Get that cheddar, nothin' better |
| Y’all keep talkin', yeah whatever |
| Keep yappin', we gon' continue to make this party happen |
| I’m fittin' to cake now |
| Check it out, break down |
| All ya dogs, startin' to act fake now |
| First album dropped, but ya ain’t nuttin' |
| Bar slangin' for the take-down |
| Oh, you wanna hate now? |
| Shut me down? Fuck y’all clowns |
| At y’all now, bust em down |
| Sole' evil, bobbi boss platinum bound |
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| You irritating hoes don’t stress me And try to cop a fit, listen to my shit |
| And trick split when you show these suckas you ain’t havin' it Max to this, quit your this, this a new chick, you familiar with |
| It’s frequently comin' from this sis miss bitch |
| That’s what I gotta be, my soldiers full on side of me Oh they ain’t scared to ride for me All my niggas will die for me I place these niggas inside of me So raise your hand real high for me Don’t let no pussy slide with me Oh, you think you gon' roll with me? |
| Just any ol' nigga can’t roll with me Wanna see your niggas?? |
| Don’t need no monkeys sworin' me, huh |
| You feel the pain, pain? |
| We droppin' game, game |
| You’ll go insane, feelin' the heat from this mic |
| Comin' real real tight tight, ah-ight? |
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| Ugh, bitches, now what you know 'bout this? |
| These niggas wanna taste the best of licks |
| The led filled chick, that spit this raunchy led filled shit |
| See, I’m that «niggas wanna eat me on my period» bitch |
| I’m serious bitch |
| That stray ho gettin' curious, bitch |
| Got kiddies shakin' in their boots, they scared to fight me in this |
| This pocahontas bitch got bitches straight re-writin' they shit |
| I’m iy yi yi 'n on this mothafucka, keepin' you lit |
| Got veteran niggas in this mothafucka ridin' my c*** |
| See, tricky shine on this shit |
| Got nothin' but dimes in my click |
| And 2 of the baddest mothafuckas out here 'round on this shit |
| Think you come hard, come with it Then hear me ballin', forget it Don’t put the mic down and quit |
| Then ain’t no bitch can fuck with it!!! |
| Iy yi yi yi, iy yi yi (woo!) |
| Iy yi yi yi, iy yi yi |
| Iy yi yi yi, iy yi yi (woo!) |
| Iy yi yi yi, iy yi yi |
| We off the chain nigga |
| We runnin' game nigga |
| You wanna bang nigga |
| It ain’t no thang nigga |
| We off the chain nigga |
| We runnin' game nigga |
| You wanna bang nigga |
| It ain’t no thang nigga |
| Ah-ight? ! |