f*ckin n*ggaz b*tches lyrics

[Verse 1]
I'm sippin' Act', I'm sippin' Act'
This sh*t here worth more than cocaine
Come get your ho, I got your ho
She say she wanna hang with the gang
I wanna Bentley I want a 'Rari
Wanna buy my b*tch a ring
Yeah, I'm fresh up out the trap
But, b*tch, I'm dressed in Balmain
You n*ggas know I rep that murder
Terrorisin' Like Hussein
And my n*ggas juggin', servin'
Bouldercrest to Oakland Lane
Trappin' hard, I'm trappin' hard
My money taller than Jermaine
Them young n*gga ready to roll, yeah
Give a f*ck about your stain
I hit your ho for 'bout a hour
Took a shower then I changed
And I gave her a few hundred
'Cause I didn't have no change
I spent a twenty on a Rollie
With no diamonds it was plain
Now the Feds investigating
But I'm stiffer than a Manne
[Chorus]
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[Verse 2]
f*ckin' n*ggas b*tches, countin' all these digits
I gave that ho a cross since she wanna act like a pigeon
b*tch, I'm 21 Savage, all my cases get dismisses
Ridin' with your baby mama, she gonna blow me like a whistle
I pulled up on your b*tch, she sucked my pickle for a nicke
I still don't trust these b*tches, so I hit her with my pistol
You know Slaughter Gang with me, put some shots inside your temple
Still that same young n*gga, come through, bustin' like a pimple
I'm pourin' syrup in my double cup, she asked to hit my cup
Told that b*tch she hit my double cup, she got to let me f*ck, I don't give a f*ck
Still runnin' off with n*ggas bucks, jump out the cut
With the .40 tucked, n*ggas better duck
Hundred rounds from out that choppa, ambulance gonna pick him up
n*gga, miss me with that rap sh*t, I'll still hit you up, that's on my momma
I was robbin', I was takin', I was young, I swear to God, a 50 slab of
Summer mid, that was my bond
[Chorus]
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