50! lyrics

[Intro]
Gang, gang, bee
Fah, fah, fah, fah, fah, fah
Gang, gang
We-we-we tote automatics, n*gga, you still totin' semi's
Ri-ri-ridin' 'round in traffic with a fifty on my sticky
Tr-tr-try and play with Flexx and yo' ass might end Buck Fifty'd
These n*ggas kitty kitty, f*ck with me and end up missin'
Confused why 12 keep talkin' 'bout a f*ckin' RICO case
So I put Rico in my J and now my pain fadin' away (Ayy)
b*tch, I'm EBK and with them hats, so tell me what's the f*ckin' play
I got PTSD so all my stains be on replay
b*tch, I'm feeli—
Gang, gang, bee
Fah, fah, fah, fah, fah, fah
Gang, gang

[Chorus]
We-we-we tote automatics, n*gga, you still totin' semi's
Ri-ri-ridin' 'round in traffic with a fifty on my sticky
Tr-tr-try and play with Flexx and yo' ass might end up Buck Fifty'd
These n*ggas kitty kitty, f*ck with me and end up missin'
Confused why 12 keep talkin' 'bout a f*ckin' RICO case
So I put Rico in my J and now my pain fadin' away (Ayy)
b*tch, I'm EBK and with them hats, so tell me what's the f*ckin' play
I got PTSD so all my stains be on replay
[Verse]
b*tch, I'm feelin' great, knew a couple n*ggas was fake
I cut thе head up off the snake, my girl's a tеn and yours' a eight
I tried to teach you how to cook but you still ate up off my plate
How come you won't go start a business but still wanna cop an eighth?
Boy, McDonald's is not a date, get off yo' ass and make some cake
Yo' mama ain't wait nine months for you to make a hate page
These n*ggas sweet like cake, bake
b*tch, I'm the ace, don't pull my card, that's a mistake
I'm posted calculatin' P's like it's Algebra eighth grade, gang

[Chorus]
We-we-we tote automatics, you got semi's
b*tch, I'm ridin' 'round in traffic with a fifty on my sticky
Tr-tr-try and play with Flexx and yo' ass might end up Buck Fifty'd
These n*ggas kitty kitty, f*ck with me and end up missin'
Confused why 12 keep talkin' 'bout a f*ckin' RICO case
So I put Rico in my J and now my pain fadin' away (Ayy)
b*tch, I'm EBK and with them hats, so tell me what's the f*ckin' play
I got PTSD so all my stains be on replay, gang

[Outro]
n*gga, you still totin' semi's
Ri-ri-ridin' 'round in traffic with a fifty on my sticky
Tr-tr-try and play with Flexx and yo' ass might end up Buck Fifty'd
These n*ggas kitty kitty, f*ck with me and end up missin'
Confused why 12 keep talkin' 'bout a f*ckin' RICO case
So I put Rico in my J and now my pain fadin' away (Ayy)
b*tch, I'm EBK and with them hats, so tell me what's the f*ckin' play
I got PTSD so all my stains be on replay
b*tch, I'm feeli—