Fuck Rap

Big 6, nigga (Classic) Every time, I nut and leave, nigga, mhm yeah I don't need no nigga  don't f*ck with ho niggas Got bro with me, he off of four Skittles Drop shit, you on big opp shit, yeah I expose niggas took street money Turned that to P money like I got Coach with us RIP giGi, miss my nigga Lo He beat that road with it Hit MD, they goin' for the high I want the whole ticket I dare a nigga come reach for my chain I got big pole with me Feel this Rollie on me freeze up like the Cold or it got snow in it Yeah, plus ain't no ho with me We up that score, nigga Hit your city and snatch a soul in it You hang with niggas you Know dropped your mans These niggas whole bitches Won't let a f*ck nigga f*ck up my plans I ain't go no feelings We'll take that shit up off your neck F*ck about your strap, you in my hood Bitch, quit throwin' up your set, yeah Nigga reach, I'm throwin' up big TEC Just counted up a check and we got now Don't give a f*ck about who next, yeah F*ck rap, I'm really up some shit And it's just me and gang, so don't ask me About no nigga you don't see me with, yeah Car and house, this shit up on my wrist So much water, now that I think about It, shit, I should've went to Flint, ayy Pussy good, I put her on the kit 5K on the 'fit, you niggas pussy Thirty racks on your whole clique, yeah I'm still on probation for that stick I asked lil' gang what he wanted to sign He said just put him on the lick (Iced Up Records) bitch, I got new money That pink and blue money Count two hundred, that's clearly too money I'm sick of niggas Done killed all your guys and Y'all ain't do nothin' They still ain't blew nothin', we dropped Shit, I ain't gotta prove nothin', nigga That's on the gang, lil' nigga I ain't gotta prove nothin' to these niggas Keep runnin', keep it runnin', 2 Side we on My nigga Von on the beat Drank God, Robbin Season 2, bitch What?