Precise gang in this mufucka you already know who I am it that's boy ya boy
D1 aye give me somethin man

Aye sf brim on my head all read
Gucci shads on my face bad bitch in my bead
I'm eatin I'm fed I'm gutter I'm hood
I could make a million dollars eyes closed I could
I'm the price of the bay some say I'm the king
But either way you look at it my name still ring
I'm hot fly like a hot air balloon
I asume my money could stack up from the floor to the moon
The mac goes FACK and the nine goes BOOM
Pistol whip your eyes black like rick raccoon
I'm simply that dude real pimp bitch I'm rude
Real banger my mini me so he move how I move from the

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With my valljo niggas off two backwoods
Had to shoot at a nigga he tried to stomp on my hood
I don't play that shit mother fucka this a bently
And bitch chip in cause my tank on empty
Ho from the O bitch get my dough
I'm a green light boy I don't stop I go
I be yb I swear I see
Dead people every where big face benjeys
Put lambergini doors on my s-550
And it's all blue same color as them crips be
Big black gun planted right where my hip be
I call it a burner it turn a nigga extra crispy
I send hoes so them hoes say he sent me
I pimp hoes so them hoes say he pimp me
Talk alota shit but nigga don't tempt me
Cause I wet niggas and ya shirt say drench me
Ya not fuckin with me pockets look flimsy
All my niggas toss these hoes like frisbys
Grindin all day with a pocket full of yay
And if they looken for me tell em they can find me in the

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