DEPOSITION

Bitch I got the fye on my (hip) And bitch I'm gonna blast for my (bitch) Can't you see the rats outside? I be counting, me-oh-my Bitch I got the fye on my (hip) And bitch I'm gonna blast for my (bitch) Can't you see the rats outside? That's how you know imma blast for my I hit all my shots because I can woah And my gun got big drums unlimited ammo Yea and I run 1300 killa cam hoe I don't even gotta say no word, your bitch commando Wake up, spend a check, make it right back Then I f*ck up on yo bitch, she be sucking on my sack Told her "no no hoe, I want it like that" I get cash bitch, I get mattes Then I pull up with the choppa imma blow yo head back like that Got double twin choppas and the black like cat Imma hit it, imma hit it, imma hit it from the back Yo bitch said she want it like that Money in my pocket got it growing real long And I just got me a new choppa like I'm Neil Armstrong Know I'm always right, I can't do no wrong I'm a god, in the sense, I'm a god like Ra A god like Ra, yeah Guess it goes like, deposition I can't do no wrong In the common census I'm a god like Ra Ah, ahh, ah oh, oh Yeah yeah yeah yeah Ah, ahh, ah Bitch I got the fye on my (hip) And bitch I'm gonna blast for my (bitch) Can't you see the rats outside? I be counting, me-oh-my Bitch I got the fye on my (hip) And bitch I'm gonna blast for my (bitch) Can't you see the rats outside? That's how you know imma blast for my