It's murder for hire
I put coke in the tires
I got dope on the flight
There's birds on the Phantom
Burning money like Cam'ron
Coming straight out the gutter
Drinking that dirty, the syrup
I fuck all the kids and your mother
Me and your booboo, we boss
Down in Miami we floss
I just be dripping with flavor
We call it "Swaggy sauce?"
I got a kilo and bought me a kilo
Tony Montana and I got the yayo
These bitches be loving a nigga for hitting a hater
Shit, these bitch ass niggas won't let me have my moment
No condolences to my enemy
Bagging up, selling these coca leaves
Then I go take me a shopping spree
I want a brand new AR with a 100-round drum on it
That money really make her cum, bitch
Then go put your tongue on it
That bitch really yours, nigga?
You better put alarm on it
I ain't go to Harvard, nigga
That's word to my momma, nigga
I put that presidential Rollie on that bitch
And then she mine, my nigga
I grind and I shine, my nigga
I ain't wasting no time, my nigga
I'm smashing your freak on the passenger seat
Shoot at you niggas, saying, "Fuck all the beef!"
I got ammo for days
Hunnid round on the K
Mac-11 in the Bentley
And I ride for my real niggas
Only God can judge me
When you live in the field nigga
When you don't feel niggas
Sometimes you gotta kill niggas
Word up to my motherfucking riders, ya heard me?
Everybody spray something up right now
I can't keep all these soldiers at ease nigga
They might turn on me, mo'fucker
I'm 'bout to go Bellucci on you nigga
Shit 'bout to get real uncomfortable for you niggas, ya heard?
Booba ! Belucci! Freebandz! Freebandz! Freebandz!
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