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I feel like big homie Hit him with the Yop Cuz he wit homie Uh F*ck it hit him with the Sock Like I'm Mick Foley Pull his top back step on that F*ck nigga like he a roach Hit him with that OK we gon okeydokey Make that chop sing like Bobby Bushay Then we gon hocus-pocus We beefing with some broke They ain't got no motion I got my fie he got his fie We ride or die If he blow I'm blowing Gon throw rocks and hide their hands And tell police If you know you know it Lately I feel important Always say my name like I pay the mortgage But they aint got no crib Rapping on the net in somebody shit I been ran up a check and Packed my bags and moved out my mama crib This shit fucked up Rats dont get glorified where I come from Terror squad like Joey crack Hit em wit that lean back He a hum bum But he just like all them niggas They all gon tell sum I feel like EST without the G Like Mr. T I could have a 14 And bust it down with me & bro a Vick a piece I don't smoke nicotine but need a bean I'm Tryna geek Ima big dog M put it on So when I'm cold I need a mink I need my bitch on fleek I feel like Loonie B I aint SG or S.G But I SD I keep the lights on Like I'm fpl you can ask G Hit the road with Uncle Sam & get it Tax free Every turn around we bring it back I'm the type to be blabbing in da trap I be really like I'm 2150 I'm a fucking job Damn I mean a Jabb I aint never had a job I remember jacking cars Now I'm trying to be a superstar Now she want to suck my D I just left a bitch on seen Is you gon hold it down or you gon tell police Feel like Yak I'm back for everything Married to the game without a wedding ring My arm reach stretch From Port au Prince to way to Medellin I feel like big homie Hit him with the Yop Cuz he wit homie Uh F*ck it hit him with the Sock Like I'm Mick Foley Pull his top back step on that F*ck nigga like he a roach Hit him with that OK we gon okeydokey Make that chop sing like Bobby Bushay Then we gon hocus-pocus We beefing with some broke niggas They ain't got no motion I got my fie he got his fie We ride or die If he blow I'm blowing Gon throw rocks and hide their hands And tell police If you know you know it