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[talking]

Yeah man, uh, I`m in the studio with Big Flake

Uh huh, that`s my nigga, he fin to wreck this bitch

Yo, we shut them down with Dopehouse Records

We`re family, we ride together we roll together

For you hoes that don`t understand it, fuck you

KnowI`mtalkingbout, yo, uh



[Big Flake]

Big Flake bitch yeah, you know me

Ride around in my city in a leg-O-D

Like, I hit the block with a glock in my priches

Fuck the pool shit and I got something for you bitches

That`s all in my space, trying to take a nigga place

But I ain`t with the shit, get the fuck out my face

Fuck a case, the hooter can`t hold me down

I`m 300 pounds, six feet you know me now

And show me bitch where the dance at shack

Got a cannon on my waist and bitch I blast back

Get the last laugh, cause I ain`t stopping till I fold you

I flip young boys like a ki of soda

It`s the take over, Shut Em Down on the map

And we don`t give a fuck I drop bombs like a jap

And throwed tracks, and throwed raps, I bust caps

Now what y`all little niggas know about that

First we click clack, then you hear it go pop

I`m a young little g and man I can`t stop

I`m non shalant, so I can`t be detected

And you heard the ghetto message, and bitch I wrecked it

It`s like I resurrected and just came up out the grave

Cause everytime I grab the mic, all these niggas in a daze

It`s like almighty, when you creep up in the hood

Every corner you weak, my g`s up to no good

It`s understood, my crime stories and dope sales

My nigga Los said, man dope sales

You gone fell, if you try to test this

I`m like daytime T.V., young and restless

Check the guest list, me and D V.I.P.

I`m a cold ass mex call me frosty

Don`t try to cross me, cause I don`t like hoe niggas

I bust down the door with a 4-4 nigga

Do I like dro no nigga, Big Flake on the loose out

Hold a grudge with two face niggas fuck they damn troops, bitch



[talking]

That`s real my nigga

Fuck these hoe ass niggas



[Chorus - 2x]

You bring your boys, I`ll bring my boys

You get your guns, I`ll get my guns



[South Park Mexican]

On the play list, diamond bracelets

Then we make hits, V-12`s makeshift

Spent a few years in this rap game

Slanging cocaine, nasty sacks say

Niggas I was selling kilos, and elbows with

Are the same motherfuckers that I do shows with

Smoke indo, and fuck with some thick hoes

My enemies roll deep like some minnows

I`m ?stilloes?, the one you came to for caine fool

When you got robbed when you had to explain to

I can`t do the dope, said it before

Devil in the mic, mesmerized be the row

As a plan of skills, I`m still cracking rims

I got a beer belly look like I`m having twins

I`m the youngest, mom say I`m the worst

The finest bitch in my school was the fucking nurse

Only heaven knows, what I`ve been through

In third grade I got busted with ?hijitsu?

Now I rest my head in a hotel room

With a gun and a bitch and some used balloons

Watching cable half a eight on the table

Mix a two liter with four O`s of maple

I`m wago ami wathro, come through the back door

And went for bout 80 pounds of wacky tabacco

I jack hoes, but now I`m trying to rap though

My nextdoor neighbor played for the Astros

And last night he hit two home runs

Everywhere I go I got at least four guns

I got two plants, that grow under lamps

I`m at the club just wishing I could dance

Man I got cash, still I`m a klepto

I like to watch my dog eat up other dogs and let go

I`m murdering, I`ll destroy any earthling

Choking on his own blood, gargling and gurgling

Step to me, you better be hard

I know you motherfuckers remember me from Reveille Park



[Chorus - 4x]

[talking]

Yeah man, uh, I`m in the studio with Big Flake

Uh huh, that`s my nigga, he fin to wreck this bitch

Yo, we shut them down with Dopehouse Records

We`re family, we ride together we roll together

For you hoes that don`t understand it, fuck you

KnowI`mtalkingbout, yo, uh



[Big Flake]

Big Flake bitch yeah, you know me

Ride around in my city in a leg-O-D

Like, I hit the block with a glock in my priches

Fuck the pool shit and I got something for you bitches

That`s all in my space, trying to take a nigga place

But I ain`t with the shit, get the fuck out my face

Fuck a case, the hooter can`t hold me down

I`m 300 pounds, six feet you know me now

And show me bitch where the dance at shack

Got a cannon on my waist and bitch I blast back

Get the last laugh, cause I ain`t stopping till I fold you

I flip young boys like a ki of soda

It`s the take over, Shut Em Down on the map

And we don`t give a fuck I drop bombs like a jap

And throwed tracks, and throwed raps, I bust caps

Now what y`all little niggas know about that

First we click clack, then you hear it go pop

I`m a young little g and man I can`t stop

I`m non shalant, so I can`t be detected

And you heard the ghetto message, and bitch I wrecked it

It`s like I resurrected and just came up out the grave

Cause everytime I grab the mic, all these niggas in a daze

It`s like almighty, when you creep up in the hood

Every corner you weak, my g`s up to no good

It`s understood, my crime stories and dope sales

My nigga Los said, man dope sales

You gone fell, if you try to test this

I`m like daytime T.V., young and restless

Check the guest list, me and D V.I.P.

I`m a cold ass mex call me frosty

Don`t try to cross me, cause I don`t like hoe niggas

I bust down the door with a 4-4 nigga

Do I like dro no nigga, Big Flake on the loose out

Hold a grudge with two face niggas fuck they damn troops, bitch



[talking]

That`s real my nigga

Fuck these hoe ass niggas



[Chorus - 2x]

You bring your boys, I`ll bring my boys

You get your guns, I`ll get my guns



[South Park Mexican]

On the play list, diamond bracelets

Then we make hits, V-12`s makeshift

Spent a few years in this rap game

Slanging cocaine, nasty sacks say

Niggas I was selling kilos, and elbows with

Are the same motherfuckers that I do shows with

Smoke indo, and fuck with some thick hoes

My enemies roll deep like some minnows

I`m ?stilloes?, the one you came to for caine fool

When you got robbed when you had to explain to

I can`t do the dope, said it before

Devil in the mic, mesmerized be the row

As a plan of skills, I`m still cracking rims

I got a beer belly look like I`m having twins

I`m the youngest, mom say I`m the worst

The finest bitch in my school was the fucking nurse

Only heaven knows, what I`ve been through

In third grade I got busted with ?hijitsu?

Now I rest my head in a hotel room

With a gun and a bitch and some used balloons

Watching cable half a eight on the table

Mix a two liter with four O`s of maple

I`m wago ami wathro, come through the back door

And went for bout 80 pounds of wacky tabacco

I jack hoes, but now I`m trying to rap though

My nextdoor neighbor played for the Astros

And last night he hit two home runs

Everywhere I go I got at least four guns

I got two plants, that grow under lamps

I`m at the club just wishing I could dance

Man I got cash, still I`m a klepto

I like to watch my dog eat up other dogs and let go

I`m murdering, I`ll destroy any earthling

Choking on his own blood, gargling and gurgling

Step to me, you better be hard

I know you motherfuckers remember me from Reveille Park



[Chorus - 4x]

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