(I'm talkin' 'bout Haj slid the beat)

Please don't play, bih, I tote K's, bih
Run up crazy, I'm gon' spray it
No freedom of speech, what's on your mind, don't say it
Last nigga to diss me, hollow tips, he ate it

Gotta ride around with the Glock off safety
I'm the nigga threw away your pot, yeah, baby
I'm the lil' dude who be fuckin' on your lady
I'm the lil' dude who ate Addys, turn crazy

I'm the lil' nigga fresh up out the projects
All my niggas rob or they whippin' Pyrex
Steady hittin' petty licks, fucked up my sack
Now I need Audemars Piguet for a time set
Still tryna rob, still playin' with the steel
Still flex, all the flash finna get you killed
Still in the hood, fuck the fake, I'm with the real
Still rockin' all my ice, but ain't got no chill

Please don't play, bih, I tote K's, bih
Run up crazy, I'm gon' spray it
No freedom of speech, what's on your mind, don't say it
Last nigga to diss me, hollow tips, he ate it

Gotta ride around with the Glock off safety
I'm the nigga threw away your pot, yeah, baby
I'm the lil' dude who be fuckin' on your lady
I'm the lil' dude who ate Addys, turn crazy

I don't fuck with niggas 'cause these niggas be shady
Gettin' disrespectful, make these fuck niggas hate me
Fugazi, you ain't me, boy, you know you can't be
Smoke your ass like good weed, leave your ass stanky
Clip with that dual beam, hoppin' out with that wooly
Hoppin' out, shoot a zoo-vie, been a hotboy, no Juvie
Like a nigga block boy, no JB, that he brung from Haiti
In the kitchen whippin' a Mercedes, drive the premature baby

Please don't play, bih, I tote K's, bih
Run up crazy, I'm gon' spray it
No freedom of speech, what's on your mind, don't say it
Last nigga to diss me, hollow tips, he ate it

Gotta ride around with the Glock off safety
I'm the nigga threw away your pot, yeah, baby
I'm the lil' dude who be fuckin' on your lady
I'm the lil' dude who ate Addys, turn crazy

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Writer(s): Pierre DeLince