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Hey mister how you make your money, Willie Green

All these bitches love a gangster acting like I pulled the trigger

She said that she like them white boys, I said fuck you and them wiggers

Sold my mixtapes to the teachers and all the kids in the bleachers

Now I'm laughing to the bank when they asking me for a feature

Don't feed em, after midnight I'm a different type of creature

Got bullets, they like heat seekers but I swear they'd never reach ya

Guess my type is girls that names end with tina and ita

What's the point of love when you know these hoes is some eaters

Yeah, I love her but can't trust her, never have, I never will

That's something that my mama taught me back when she was off them pills

She said, son, never trust a hoe, they just want your money

I said, how'd you know she said, cause I did it to your daddy

Well, that bad bitch you wanted so bad I had her, she overrated

I'm not saying don't fuck her cause if you get the chance then take it

Relationship advice, don't fall for the hype

She gonna say all this shit she know you like to make the hoe a wife

Now you caught up with her right

While her ex be at the light

So he gon' make a left while your pride blasts on sight

Bullets be flying, they do the ricochet

I'm not saying I'm God but I rose and got em the seventh day

But moving on anyways

I don't fall for the accolades

People tell me I'm dragging my feet when dropping shit nowadays

As if these goofy fucks got something better to say

You better back the fuck up and stay out of my face

Before I get mad, complain and your drugs get laced

My papa sold to your parents, I think back in 08

I saw the whole thing, dawg, your parents addicts, mkay

I'm so tired bout hearing oh well back in my day

I won't listen to an album full of disses, you can drop the at

And if you can't do that then I suggest that you just stop the cap

I don't wage war for the fun of it like I like to rap

I just spit the flame to ignite the match

Get it right from scratch

Sampled out this album, no, you can't get your vinyl back

Throw a heroin addict needle up in the haystack

Hey Shaft

I'm not so sure you should go and say that

You'd be surprised what I'd do to get a playback