all i ever wanted was a kilo till they my little nigga with the rico fat trel maybach murda gang mastermind double m nigga tell me how you want it with a savage it get crazy where i m living it s tragic if you can take it from my pocket you can have it you know i got a body bag in the trash you know i got an old thot you can have nigga come fuck my old bitch niggas couldn t eat my old pussy i m in the kitchen i could tell you how the stove looking nigga all i really wanted was the pyrex a couple hundred body snatchers in the projects you know my plug stay connected like direct i m in miami my bitches like where lebron at i finish fucking her like where your mom at in front the coppers i got choppers for the combat couldn t believe it my niggas say he was sellin grenades keep bullshittin and ima sit you where the bomb at d c nigga sittin wrist whip dough he ain t know a chopper price get this low see i cop em in atlanta bring em back to alabama avenue and tell them niggas come and get it let s go fifty in the mac take em back to benning road strippa bitches in my kitchen with the semi s on the floor all i know i want him dead by tonight with his head in his lap and his body at the light purchase me some act and i m a pour me some sprite tell a bitch keep counting til she get the count right when a bitch finish might purchase her a flight might take her whole life might fuck her all night right you know i hate to say it twice but you pussy ass niggas ain t bout that life pussy ass niggas ain t bout that life pussy ass niggas ain t bout that life talking bout you popping tags nigga you ain t bought shit talking bout a hundred bottles nigga you ain t popped shit all you talk nana clips nigga you ain t shot shit spending money on these hoes nigga you ain t fuck shit my killas got shooters on shooters bang bang bang bang bang bang knock em down hundred rounds lotta pounds kilograms on the ave how you want it quarter thang half thang whole slab young atlanta nigga pull a hammer on ya pull up on a nigga in a california teach a lame how to flip a couple numbers whole summer dope runners getting more commers money got me geekin damn i need more alejandro bringin in them truckloads copy that get racks nigga ten four choppa bullets just rip a nigga head off clip long as a little nigga leg dawg empty that and the barrel just smoke closed casket nigga head open peel the top back yeah i m in the foreign wide body and it sittin on forgies choppa kick like chuck norris ralph lauren my engine full of horses aim game insane nigga i m a marksman cocaine white y all niggas flip porcelain blow worth a fortune million on the fortress niggas totin ak s like they glock 40 s talking bout you popping tags nigga you ain t bought shit talking bout a hundred bottles nigga you ain t popped shit all you talk nana clips nigga you ain t shot shit spending money on these hoes nigga you ain t fuck shit thirty in the clip catch the whole thing feds know a nigga by his whole name shoot him in his head for his gold chain you was running ball we was sellin cocaine talkin bout you buyin bricks nigga you ain t got shit we was sellin all them keys we was like the locksmith twenty five hundred for the red bottoms prolly make five bands for the waste nigga i m rollin through my city in a new rolls royce cheif keef 300 for the wraith nigga a k s k h k nigga three k s like i hate niggas and i ll put you in your place nigga you got shoebox money i got a safe nigga holdup talking bout you popping tags nigga you ain t bought shit talking bout a hundred bottles nigga you ain t popped shit all you talk nana clips nigga you ain t shot shit spending money on these hoes nigga you ain t fuck shit automatic pistol on a nigga leather seat see a bad bitch she my jam of the week all i ever wanted was a kilo till they end my little war with the regal bitches lookin at me keisha look at all this change it s the heart of war tour bus full of k s master p money i could pull up in a tank c murda shooter know a pill on the way still rich niggas coming through you broke niggas better move at your front door got word you got work 3 5 for the key of the purp now six figures for the set niggas verse all eyes on me as i m walking through the church prayin lord forgive me 30 shots in the semi i done payed all of my ties now it s time to go and get it my new plug don t fuck with the kuh my new bitch gettin fucked in the butt ridin by the see me sitting in the trunk niggas say they coming threw but they see me strapped up what nigga runnin in your house for the brown bag feds wanna know how much in the brown bag nigga swinging that stick for the brown bag your bitch even saw my number on the brown bag all i ever wanted was a kilo till they end my little war with the regal sippin on purp niggas still got a plan still movin work work nigga ooh what a night ooh what a night ooh what a night if it was a picture of that pussy it d get 200 likes get 200 likes all that bitch gettin from me is 200 likes