What was that shit you was tellin' me that
dude was hatin' on me two weeks ago?
I'm through.
Oh, motherfuckers.
Don't make your friends
walk up and give up.
What y 'all did to him?
I went over his motherfuckin' neck,
Charles.
I just told him,
Charles,
Charles.
Fuck the niggas.
Huh, I'm bigger than
Hugo
Boss.
Yo, my album budget's
much bigger than yours.
Tell the block that I'm back on course.
Put the canary chain in my new
Air
Force.
Hat to the back,
New
York
City
Son I rep where I'm from,
haters y 'all get with me
I don't like to be broad, I'm kinda picky
I'm in that
Phantom with butts
chokin' on sticky
Precious is home in a
V -Dive
Vicky
New
York to
Philly, I'm still rockin' my dickies
Life is a mystery, yo it's so tricky
Legend of the time, dawg,
hard to forget me
You need to stop playin' around
Before I have to break you down,
have to break you down
Cause if I have to break you down
Then
I'ma have to come around
and just hit you with a
I go out for disco payin',
shotgun pump for all y 'all haters
You need to stop playin' around,
you're gonna have to break me down
When I come through, your face is on ill,
piggy a hundred thousand, watch it's a bill
Paid
Brad
Rubin to get me that appeal,
that's how much I keep it on the grill
Rampage, they want me animal still,
I'm ready for short shot till I see a hundred mil
It's been a minute so you know how I feel,
I'm so hungry I eat the tri -state
You know what's on when
I get my street date
Fans is talking, people can't wait
Hit the stars heavy so it's no debate
Yo I got that street work so
I'm heavy on the cake
You need to stop playing around
Before I have to break you down
Have to break you down
Cause if I have to break you down
Then I'm gonna have to come
around and just hit you with a
Go out for a disco date
And shock and goof for all y 'all haters
You need to stop playing around
Before I have to break you down
Have to break you
I'm not here to blow smoke,
I'm no joke
Niggas nowadays is really broke
That's why I stack my buns,
collect my guns
And send my young boys to do runs
You never know when your stash is low
Or you gotta pull out that faux faux
Or your credit is a no -go
And the job in the streets moving slow
And you think about it,
you gotta get dough
Now you're moving with your boy
Joe
Smoke
Got a good plan, it's really so -so
Did the work, now you're running from
Popo
You need to stop playin' around,
before I have to break you down, have to break you down
Cause if I have to break you down,
then I'm gonna have to turn around and just hit you with a
HECO
Alpha
Disco
Baiter, shotgun grip for all y 'all haters
You need to stop playin' around, before I have to break you down,
have to break you down
You