S.O.T.B.
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Bitch, I was born a savage, no macho man
Told brodie this shit on the floor like I dropped a band
Nigga said he poured a three up, then why yo pop so thin?
Mama said "get money and go home, you ain't got no friends"
Shit, I'm like, "you damn right"
Turned into a fiend we droppin' fours in a canned sprite
Hit her from the back off a perc', she like, "Damn, Mike"
Her nigga broke and can't make no cheese, he a ham, right?
I just did one-twenty in a scat' down Van Dyke
The pussy wack, I give it the bitch back like,"What your friend like?"
Goldie drunk my last deuce of wock', we had a hand fight
Stuffed a lot of blues in her coochie, it was jammed tight
Me and Ri' made some dogshit while we fight the feds
We are not into shootin' up cribs, we take lives instead
At this point, shit, i'll pay whatever for a pint of red
Movin' on to big and better things, the old Mike is dead
Sixty racks hangin' off my neck 'cause I grind for it
You bitch cheated with me 'cause you ain't never got no time for her
Twelve hundred racks for them new dior sneaks, I paid nine for 'em
New diamondback FN, that bitch sound like a lawnmower
Ten milli' got two beams on 'em, I switch 'em back and forth
Lil' man pulled up to do a tat, I told to black the porsche
Mama asked me what's up in my cup,its act ',of course
Don't ask me if I got a gun, I'm strapped, of course
Militant-minded like my pops we'll go to war
Flint Town got a new name now 'cause we opened doors
Thirty-seven hundred for this jacket, it came velour
Steppin' on these niggas hard as fuck, we had to change the floor
We just dropped another opp, they had to change the score
Bitch legs shakin' hard like she never came before
I like that shit better than the verse, bro, change the chorus
Left my white bitch and got rich, that's a paid divorce
Strapped up in the Gucci slides with the fur in 'em
I put forgiatos on the truck just to swerve in 'em
Hit him seven times with a K, struck a nerve in him
Military-issued bullets came with a curve in 'em
Ghetto boy nigga, that's the clique and I'ma hold it down
I hate a nigga actin' like he rich when it's hoes around
Threw a hundred on her lap, she looked back with the Joker smile
Brodie, I just dropped another opp, okay, over, out
Grown bitch wanna fuck me bad, she seen the AP
Silenced FN soundproof like some Dre Beats
I'm finna shoot a bad motherfucker, call HD
My security'll whack a nigga quick, shout out KB
D Water, bust an addy down, I'm finna take with you
Ten milli' hit a nigga in his head, erasin' tissues
Nigga tried to run off with a bag, he raced the pistol
Told brodie this shit on the floor like I dropped a band
Nigga said he poured a three up, then why yo pop so thin?
Mama said "get money and go home, you ain't got no friends"
Shit, I'm like, "you damn right"
Turned into a fiend we droppin' fours in a canned sprite
Hit her from the back off a perc', she like, "Damn, Mike"
Her nigga broke and can't make no cheese, he a ham, right?
I just did one-twenty in a scat' down Van Dyke
The pussy wack, I give it the bitch back like,"What your friend like?"
Goldie drunk my last deuce of wock', we had a hand fight
Stuffed a lot of blues in her coochie, it was jammed tight
Me and Ri' made some dogshit while we fight the feds
We are not into shootin' up cribs, we take lives instead
At this point, shit, i'll pay whatever for a pint of red
Movin' on to big and better things, the old Mike is dead
Sixty racks hangin' off my neck 'cause I grind for it
You bitch cheated with me 'cause you ain't never got no time for her
Twelve hundred racks for them new dior sneaks, I paid nine for 'em
New diamondback FN, that bitch sound like a lawnmower
Ten milli' got two beams on 'em, I switch 'em back and forth
Lil' man pulled up to do a tat, I told to black the porsche
Mama asked me what's up in my cup,its act ',of course
Don't ask me if I got a gun, I'm strapped, of course
Militant-minded like my pops we'll go to war
Flint Town got a new name now 'cause we opened doors
Thirty-seven hundred for this jacket, it came velour
Steppin' on these niggas hard as fuck, we had to change the floor
We just dropped another opp, they had to change the score
Bitch legs shakin' hard like she never came before
I like that shit better than the verse, bro, change the chorus
Left my white bitch and got rich, that's a paid divorce
Strapped up in the Gucci slides with the fur in 'em
I put forgiatos on the truck just to swerve in 'em
Hit him seven times with a K, struck a nerve in him
Military-issued bullets came with a curve in 'em
Ghetto boy nigga, that's the clique and I'ma hold it down
I hate a nigga actin' like he rich when it's hoes around
Threw a hundred on her lap, she looked back with the Joker smile
Brodie, I just dropped another opp, okay, over, out
Grown bitch wanna fuck me bad, she seen the AP
Silenced FN soundproof like some Dre Beats
I'm finna shoot a bad motherfucker, call HD
My security'll whack a nigga quick, shout out KB
D Water, bust an addy down, I'm finna take with you
Ten milli' hit a nigga in his head, erasin' tissues
Nigga tried to run off with a bag, he raced the pistol