People wan' know why I ain't runnin' from nothin'
'Cause my momma wit' the shits, and my big brothers was thuggin', nigga
I used to try to thug it wit' my big brothers, they used to tell me "Goddamn nigga, nah, hell nah, nigga, take yo' ass in the house, nigga, fuck you doin', nigga?"
They'll let my friend hit the—hit the blunt, nigga
He—he over here wit' me
People wonder why I ain't runnin' from nothin'
'Cause my momma wit' the shits, and my big brothers was thuggin', nigga
Look, sometimes you gotta pop out and punk niggas
Like, even if my momma fuck wit' ya, I wouldn't fuck wit' ya
Go ask, nigga, I wouldn't share a motherfuckin' blunt wit' ya
And I wouldn't walk up on me if you ain't got yo' motherfuckin' gun wit' ya
I'm blastin'
Niggas go run they mouth, you see what happen
Nigga, I'm from the south where we get active
Nigga gon' watch his mouth, but we gon' smash him
We'll get on yo' ass like we some khakis, on some West Coast shit
Niggas ain't like me, nigga
Haha
Yeah, niggas is not like us
Niggas is not like us
Niggas ain't like me, dope boy, white T, fitted hat
I was shootin' craps and playin' spades when you played pitty pat
I was taught a nigga put his hands on you, then hit him back
And if he actin' like he wanna put his hands on you, then hit him first
I was hoppin' out wit' trash bags, them bitches full of work
You can ask the last few niggas that played wit' me, they'll tell you bullets hurt
And I ain't talkin' about the pews that you sit in but I got that wooden church
If a church shooter come walk in the sanctuary, I bet I put him down
I'm the one that up the score on niggas, that's why I'm still in town
I'll get on yo' ass all by myself and make you simmer down
Nigga, you the type to meet the fuckin' plug and try to steal a pound
When you could've got a hunnid on the face, but you a stupid nigga
They ain't gon' play wit' me when they see me 'cause I'ma shoot the nigga
Ever since I was three, they hate on me, I'm kinda used to niggas
They callin' the god damn phone all through the night; I'm out in Houston wit' a five
Go against bossman, I'll Boosie niggas
Believe that, nigga
Point behind the tint, nigga, don't ever pull beside me
All them guns in yo' pics, nigga, is you ever gon' get a body?
I grab her by her neck and look in her eyes whenever she ride me
This ain't Karate Kid, I put that iron on Mr. Miyagi
This ain't for college kids, somebody gon' die in here if they try me
I'm one of the coldest rappers out here that's alive, but they tryna hide me
I was gettin' fo' hunnid thousand dollars a show and they still couldn't buy me
I'll leave one of these bitch-ass niggas right here on the flo', that's on my momma
These niggas ain't nothin' like her baby, I be poppin' this shit for my daughter
These niggas ain't nothin' like they daddy, I be poppin' this shit for my niece
These niggas ain't nothin' like they unc', I'ma make the fuckin' news every time they fuck wit' me or touch me
On my motherfuckin' brother, nigga
Block a bitch, delete her motherfuckin' number
I ain't finna talk to you 'til the end of motherfuckin' summer
These niggas sports bettin', talkin' 'bout the over and under
I used to score extra, come get fo', I'll throw you another
Nigga, my life GTA, I'm really livin' the way I wanna
Ready to shoot like SGA, I ride wit' two, you know it's thunder
Keep it too, bitch, you ain't stepped on shit
I'ma keep on trippin' 'cause I'm slept on
The rawest nigga wit' a microphone and some headphones
When I catch a nigga, they gon' say that we did him dead wrong
Got a pocket full of big blue hunnid's, but I'm still fuckin' wit' a redbone
That fuckin' 'round wit' me bad for you baby, better off doin' heroin
And she know I like to get head from her, gettin' head better when her hair long
I'm paranoid, I pull the pistol out and point it at you if you stare long
A bitch got 'bout two weeks for me to care, 'cause I don't really care long
I would tell you ask the last niggas that played wit' me, but they're gone
Them niggas done caught a flat and they can't come back, I guess they spare gone
I'ma finna fly out to LAX and go have me some Grammy sex
And smoke on me some Cali' weed wit' a pistol in my gallery
I'm tryna see 'bout her friend who wanna fuck, so now she mad at me
Play wit' me, it's (Fah, fah, fah), another casualty, DOA
I don't do no CashApp, send that to my BOA
Once a fuckin' month, I send a Zelle to get my BM straight
Nigga play wit' me, gon' play in hell, bitch, I don't even play
Wit' kids that ain't my family, nigga, see me and they ask me, nigga
Niggas wonder why I ain't runnin' from nothin'
'Cause my last name Kirk and my big brothers was thuggin', nigga
Yeah
Another demonstration
Uh
That's my Baby
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