? (Untitled Track 2) lyrics

[Intro]
I bet your ho ass thought I wasn't gonna be back up in this b*tch
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[Verse 1]
I don't give a f*ck boy, I'm comin' like a maniac
b*tch, you better ask somebody, n*gga, you remember that
See, I'm a bad motherf*cker with a pocket full of money
Mean mug on my face, n*gga, ain't sh*t funny
From the D-E-T-R-O-I-T
Get a OZ, some gan and some Hennessy
You might see me on 7-Mile bumpin' the beat
With a big-booty freak in the passenger seat
If I wasn't slangin' raps I'd be slangin' the crack
But f*ck that sh*t, it ain't about all that
See, I get money, money I got
Hoes call me honey, they feel real hot
Don't ever let me hear you say I ain't debonaire
I'm better than any young n*gga out there
When I'm rockin' the mic hoes stop and stare
At the n*gga on stage with the nappy hair

[Chorus]
To drug dealers, and cap peelers
And big wheelers, can ya feel me?
To drug dealers, and cap peelers
And big wheelers, can ya feel me?
To drug dealers, and cap peelers
And big wheelers, can ya feel me?
To drug dealers, and cap peelers
And big wheelers, can ya feel me?
[Verse 2]
I don't give a f*ck boy, I'm gone off hydro
Can't nobody f*ck with a n*gga with a calico
If you think you can bring it on to the slaughter
I'm lookin' for that n*gga who beat me fo' that quarter
Yeah, this NATAS, n*gga, yeah, I'm wicked
Yeah, I'm gettin' paid and nah, we ain't gon' kick it
f*ck yo punk ass, booty kissin' b*tches I'm dissin'
A n*gga gettin' mail, so who you gon' tell?
If I sell you an eight you gon' tell the police (That's right)
They just wanna see me in the belly of the beast
I wish a young n*gga could just find peace
In a life without worry and safe from these streets
People live life in the story untold
A n*gga just want a fat knot to fold
You get life, no parole, for the dope I hold
A millionaire n*gga still livin' out cold