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Malibu, you made this When You know, this whole album is really about some sad shit I wanna kill myself but I don't mention it to my parents Cause that's something serious Man, these niggas really out here trippin Like I won't slit they throat Niggas really out here trippin Like I won't punch them in the nose Niggas really trippin out this bitch Niggas always playin' with me When I punch them in this shit It's like, I'm in the wrong I'm wrong for that shit Can't even walk in my own hood for real Cause my momma be trippin About these pussy ass lil niggas walking round this bitch Hangin' round this bitch slingin' them pipes They ain't gon' blick Them pipes, they ain't gon' bust Stick that y'all ain't even gon' get at shit Y'all niggas pussy Y'all niggas hoes Y'all not gon' shoot at shit Stop wavin' them bitches around With all them fuckin' switches Y'all niggas trippin Y'all niggas pussy as a bitch Come swing through the block And get hit right up in your shit I got a big ass glock Under my bed Under my pillow Nigga, already know That shit ain't cap, nigga Ask phat phat I got that Glock in my lap All up in my pants Under my pillow While I sleep, nigga I'm strapped I ain't never lackin Nigga, try me I'ma get to clappin